I wrote a rather overwrought poem today and then I burned it sacrificially in the ladies room at work.
Actually I really didn't, but if all my overwrought thoughts were flaming poetry, that sucker would have burnt to the ground.
Speaking of the ladies room, there's some grafitti in there that really bothers me and therefore I'll mention it. It says "Obediant unto death. PeePee." And apparently it's intended to be Christian in nature because there's a ballpoint-pen cross drawn between these two sentences. Again, it's the attack of the anti-parallellism people. What do those two concepts even have to do with each other? Of course it's easy to see why "PeePee" (the two capital Ps strike me as way too entertaining) would come to mind in this tiny space designed for that purpose, but normally service to the Lord is far, far, far behind - even more behind than it usually is. Anyway, sorry...It's just one of those things I see all the time, but occasionally I look at it and think, "Could I just not see that anymore? Could someone take a hammer to this door please? Or maybe just some bleach?" Not that that would work...I don't think. Maybe it's just the concept of obedience - misspelled or not - that irks me, given my lack of a grip on that concept entirely...but I really don't think so.
Anyway, on a lighter note, (because damn, I'm more enjoyable when I sublimate my wacked out feelings in the addictive miasma of the Internet) do go to the Washington Post home page and check out the cutest panda bear who is so cute I am currently drowning in unbearable cuteness. The video is in the middle of the page. I can't find a link to it exactly.
There is indeed a full moon on Monday (And no, no, not a new one.) and that makes sense because I'm a-sayin', there have been some COMBATIVE people around me these past couple of days. And over stupid things, too. I dealt with a woman today who I swore was going to deck me, for something that was completely not my fault - something I was only tangentially involved in. It's amazing how people get so charged up over stuff that is quite simply, merely, fact...not anything that can be changed, just a procedure -something they may have to take care of in order to get what they want. Unfortunately, I do not have a Bewitched-type of nose that I can wiggle back and forth and magical things just happen. Sometimes your people need to call my people, or somebody else's people entirely, to accomplish stuff. I know it sucks. I too wish I had these diversionary superpowers. But I don't...not that kind anyway. ; )
What is magic is this sales notice, which I saw on the wall outside my piano class last week, and I had to snap a photo of it, of course. This has GOT to come from a business major.
"Print documents like a lawyer"
"Write letters like Richard Nixon did."
Note: I do not condone the Sonny Bono comment. Not funny. Poor Sonny.
However, "Watch your kid bounce around like Gary Coleman," is, and "Ride bikes with wind in the hair," only a little bit less so.
I will leave you with doctor visit-chic, because My Doctor Cares. She cares enough to give me this excellent garment,
which of course I must model...that fetching, freezing-cold-waiting-for-the-doctor look. It's brand new for summer.
Make it a good weekend.
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