Today really feels like it should have come with a sarcastic greeting card. You know? Like, “Good morning, I’m here to pee in your cornflakes,” or “Hello, and welcome to your penance for this weekend,” or even, “Dear parlie, instead of sending you to hell I’ve decided to trap you in an eternal rainy Monday morning. Love, God.”
Now, I’m just as superstitious and paranoid as the next guy, so of course it aligns with my perceptions when bad things start to fall like dominoes. I forgot my rain jacket at lunch (totally my fault, but still). Clients emailed me during lunch with NEGATIVE remarks. Came back from lunch and the internet is broken. The whole thing!
The good news, of course, is that it’s going to be hard for the situation not to improve. But until then, I guess I’ll just have to sit here in my self-contained, internet-less bubble of fatalistic f*ck-yous, and laugh. Anybody else that wants to share their wah-wahs with me… welcome to the lamentation station, stay as long as you please! I’m going to curl into a ball and climb inside a bottle of Rye for the afternoon.
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do i spy red panties on the rain makers?
I am uncomfortable with that fellow’s nose bridge.
I got an email from a customer that said “You make me sick.” It wasn’t directed at me, but I had to read it.
And I got a $40 parking ticket in the mail from that time I got towed.
one of his nipples is a peace sign. the other is a star. he has no biceps or elbows. his skin is a sickly yellow.
there is more than enough to be uncomfortable about.
something’s eating my arugula-well, just sort of uprooting it and moving it around. always in the same spot.
do squirrels eat arugula?
/and do they call it rocket?
This story should restore your faith in humanity, parlie.
/except it won’t
two mentions of that monstrous story on this blog. It is giving me nausea.
today sucks.
You know parlie, it could always be worse.
two mentions of that monstrous story on this blog.
Yeah, I just stumbled on the other mention. Sorry for the nausea-inducing double mention, mc!
no worries… I just caught a glimpse flying fabios and so managed a grin.
those nipples are creeping me out - I take umbrage.
I would like my umbrage back, thank you very much. My nipples won’t creep without it.
/punchy and sleep deprived.
Creeping Nipples of Umbrage: now available as new band name.
in addition to wishing there were “it’s so beautiful outside, it’s a sin to be in the office” days off, I’m also a proponent of “today sucks so go home and take a nap” days.
/not sure any working days would remain between the two, but that’s why I’ll never progress beyond middle management
Oh, and I drove by a cemetery and they were having a funeral. In the pouring rain. That made me cry a little.
/needs to go back to bed
GIS for creepy nipple yielded this (SFW) and a whole lotta Tara Reid.
/i go there so you don’t have to.
@17 that is certainly creepy. i like the fish.
creeping nipples of umbrage would make an awesome death metal band.
There are only three things that fall from the sky and none of them good
Rain
Bird Shit
Paratroopers
@ 20
Frozen airplane dung
Satellite chunks
Meteorites
Superman’s snot
Bombs
Your quantities may be off, but your theory remains intact.
and always, always
the sky
@20, 21: “There have been accounts of frog rain, fish rain, squid rain, worm rain, even alligator rain.”
i would like none of those. probably especially the alligators because they’re heavy.
http://paranormal.about.com/library/weekly/aa082602a.htm
the one thing i misplaced at foxfield? my umbrella. the bus to class this morning? 20 minutes late. my sweater? not knit so well. it did clear up nicely, though.
/doesn’t care, there will be a moonbounce in my future tomorrow night.
Parlie, perhaps you could drink your own whine.
Put things in perspective. At least there are no velociraptors…yet.
@1: YES! Red panties bitches! I love it!
@25: Ouch.
#25 comment…priceless