stuberosum's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- laid back with my mind on my holidays and my holidays on my mind I'm at work without my tie on, without even my top button done up. I have no shoes on either, I took my runners off a couple of hours ago and my work shoes have been sitting on the floor next to me the whole time like faithful little doggies - who won't fetch the bastards FETCH YOU STUPID SHOES!!! I AM YOUR MASTER! I AM THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THIS ROOM BEND TO MY WILLLLLLL. But anyway yesterday (or was it the day before?) I forgot to change out of my runners for hours and this time I made sure that wouldn't happen but the putting of work shoes on just hasn't happened. I have been trotting (yes trotting dammit I tend to walk on my toes when when I don't have shoes on) around the office, talking to clients on the phone in a charming yet professional manner (almost maybe) I have been moving and shaking!!! Not dancing, I mean like in the business world. On a very very small teeny tiny itty bitty miniscule scale that is indeed quite insignificant really. But still. I could quite possibly have offended someone on messenger - saying no. then going offline immediately is bad sign yeah? Oh and the lovely Lauren gave me some guestbook love, sweet sweet guestbook love. I plagarised a song a few times for my own purposes, but seriously how could I resist a work of genius that is mostly the following: Elbows elbows elbows elbows elbows elbows That is some tops writing right there. What should I get my sister for Christmas? I think I'll go think about that. 10:28 a.m. - Friday, Dec. 17, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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