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USING ONLY ONE WORD

Not as easy as you might think! Be sure to send it back to the person you received it from!

PROTIP: Just use the first word that comes to mind (more lulz that way)

1.Where is your cell phone? desk

2. Your significant other? Ben

3. Your hair? up

4. Your mother? odd

5. Your father? nerd

6. Your favorite thing? sleep

7. Your dream last night? confusing

8. Your favorite drink? soda

9. Your dream/goal? kids

10. What Room are you in? cube

11. Your hobby? slaughter

12. Your fear? water

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? home

14. Where were you last night? home

15. Something that you aren’t? nice

16. Breakfast? liquid

17. Wish list item? TV

18. Where you grew up? imagination

19. Last thing you ate? churro

20. What are you wearing? clothes

21. Your TV? free

22. Your pets? many

23. Friends? supportive

24. Your life? rocking

25. Your mood? painy

26. Missing someone? yes

27. Your car? awesome

28. Something you’re not wearing? shoes

29. Your favorite store? pet

30. Your favorite color? purple

31. When is the last time you laughed? seconds

32. Last time you cried? earlier

33. Who will resend this? noone!

34. One place that I go to over and over? bathroom

35. One person who emails me regularly: work

36. Favorite place to eat: Abuelos

37. One place I would like to go right now? home

38. One person I think will respond: noone

39. One TV show I watch all the time: Futurama

YOUR MOTHER!

“Why isn’t this working?”
“You put in incorrect information”
“No I didn’t, you did”
“I couldn’t have put it in”
“Oh really, well I didn’t do it, so you must have”
“Ok.. I’m on a mac, I can’t change the information because I don’t have the appropriate software to do that”
“Oh… well the system must have changed it”

At this point I turn to the PC that is in my cube, AND FIX IT MYSELF.

Arguing with people about things that have NOTHING to do with my job here. YAY!

My grandmother is crazy and full of stories. Not nearly as many stories as my grandfather had, but hers have a different flavor than his did.

She was telling me “old people stories” about why she does things in a certain way. Mostly about why she doesn’t like to go places alone.

Why she won’t go the cemetery alone: We were going to the cemetery to change the wreath on my grandfather’s grave. She said that one of the men in her Sunday school class went every week to visit his wife’s grave after she passed. A few months later he went missing. They found him at the cemetery on his wife’s grave, “dropped dead” as my grandmother said. “He just dropped dead, right there on her grave!”

Her Sunday school pianist dropped dead while playing Hark the Herald Angels Sing. So now grandmother can’t hear that song without thinking about that pianist.

My response: “You old people! Always making things about you!”

Grandmother: “You never know what we are going to do next!”

Next: One Up Poverty Stories

The CEO of the company I work for is a very intelligent and approachable man. Often he comes by our cubes asking “What are you doing for the company today?” My answer is typically the same, making banners/graphics/data stuff sometimes.

So today I caught him in the reception area and asked him what he was doing for the company. And he told me. It was and is very refreshing to work for a company where 1) you SEE the big wigs working and 2) they are willing to tell (even a lowly graphic designer) what is going on in the company.

Even if it doesn’t directly apply to what I am doing day to day… my curious nature likes knowing what the company is doing and where it is going.

I keep just wanting to rage all over the keyboard. Pain has moved to all around my lower jaw, and at the hinge-y bit. It doesn’t help that it is warm in my cube so I am flushed. Top teeth by my crapulent bridge are starting to hurt too. I think they all just decided to rebel at once. “Forget this mouth, let’s move!” And then they all rush out at once.

I kept waking my self by biting down last night. I would just be snoozing along and then wake up going “AAAAAHHHHHHH” and doing the inhale-y “oooh it stings” noise. Grabbing my mouth and rolling back and forth. Not like ANY of that action made it feel any better.

I’m going to get my totally sextacular mouth guard tonight. ^_~

I had a dream that I smoked weed, took a lot of pills, that my car was vandalized, that aliens invaded Earth and only me and my parents were left, that I had diabetes and that my cats got sick all over the place. I think I need a vacation…

Hey Lisa, can you help me with this thing that has nothing to do with anything that you actually do at this company? Huh? You can’t? Why not? Don’t you want to be helpful? Why are you so rude?

This is really just a place for posts that are too long for twitter. TAKE THAT 140 character limit!