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Where did you go last night, Mr?! I called you around 8:30 and you were not home! I demand an explanation!

Don't worry about writing back to me or anything! It's ok, I'll just send you messages all day!

how am i supposed to procrastinate all day long if you don't send me any emails, huh? Did you ever think of that, you self centered monkey?!

I will have it known for the record that I expect an email when I get in to work. This amount of neglect is inexcusable, mister!

Hey,
Don't worry about emailing me or anything. I mean, I know you're really busy at work and I understand. (NOT!)

Cause you haven't written me in a million billion years!

You should definitely devote your days to thinking up humerous anecdotes for me. In fact, I recieved several emails today from potential candidates looking to recieve emails from a funny girl like me!

I have no clue how to make the chip want to do what I want it to do. The unfortunate part is that this is apparently such a stupid question that the manual did not even think that it was worth addressing. Therefore, I have spent my day staring at the monitor, and drinking as much water as possible. THis works in two ways for me, because I waste time drinking the water, and then I waste time going pee. Both valid biological needs that are understood to be paid time.

My brain is really really fried right now, so I don't have too many opinions. :) I've already worked 8 hours today which is about all I can take before I blow up like an over-filled water balloon, so I'm going home.

My body decided to wake me up an hour after my alarm clock went off, so maybe we can team up and split the difference. Then we both wake up 10 minutes after our alarms go off. I think that is an improvement for everyone.

Someone got more sleep than I did. That's right - you. You are the laziest boy ever, and you should be shot.

Unfortunately, I do not seem to be able to live on 4 hours of sleep any more. I think that my heart has stopped beating and the blood in my body isn't circulating. Which is really a shame cause it means that I don't get to make fun of you.

I have to go get candy with Laura now, because it is very important. You know, it is very important to maintain a balance in life, and not to get so wrapped up in work that you forget to stop and eat candy. Should that happen to me, my blood-sugar level might drop to dangerously low levels and throw off the homeostasis in my body. Then I would die. I forgot to go get candy yesterday, and you see what happened.

I played Pinball this morning. At first, it was very cool cause I had 1,900,000 and Laura could only get up to 1,400,000. However, then she got 6,000,000 out of the blue, so I decided that I don't like that game any more. It's just random luck, anyway! :)

You remind me of your parents in some ways. Like your dad, for example. You have a stomach a lot like his. :)

I hope you have the bestest birthday ever! With lots of balloons and lollipops.

I have to go, because there are free cookies in the math department.

Anyway, it's been nice knowning you. Punk.

The speech itself was fair. He skillfully presented the dilemma he supposedly has been facing. But he didn't justify why he chose the path the did. He also began one of his sentences with "Like a snowflake..." which really pissed me off. :)

And did you notice how he sort of paused after that Aldous Huxley reference and there was this look on his face like "Who the hell is that?" :)

Of course, I forgot to mention the fact that stem-cell research may not produce any scientific breakthroughs at all anyway. Like a snowflake, could be useless.

Just so you're not confused, this is part of the racist law firms discussion, not the spotted owl discussion. :)

This weekend I am off to LDF's death penalty conference in Virginia. I know it sounds a little depressing, and its official title is the "capital punishment training conference," which no one here seems to see the humor in. (Note on that last sentence: Sometimes not ending a sentence with a preposition sounds far worse.)

Yes, my obsessive-compulsive e-mail behavior will continue near and far. :)

More like a what-me-cogently-articulate-my-beliefs-when-questioned sigh. :)

Well, let's just say that when I got this job in March, this is what the web page looked like. And I don't see too many people around here talking about it. Basically they have their own e-mail server (sorry, I'm not very technical). You know, like tmarshall@naacpldf.org, etc. (He's dead. It would be a cruel joke to send e-mail there.)

No, honest, it's a thought. I think in hypertext now. Let's face it, Josh. I've crossed the bridge to the 21st century. Without you.

Lives suck.

MANY BARS! MANY MANY BARS!

we shoudl not only thorw bags of piss at peaople, but consider pissing on them also. Especially the following mugs: Pat O'Reilly, Alonzo Mourning, Tim Hardaway, PJ Brown, Brian Grant (for placating with us last year)Edide Jones, Shaquille O' Neal, Koby "SHOOK" (as arash says) Bryant" and the gayest mug from Hickville Reggie Miller. I hate that boney freak.

I've hung out with Camp so much latley that I starting to treat him as some sort of an experiment; saying different things and seeing how he interacts. Is that normal?

PS. I blame don for this cursing. That gay motherfuckin mug.

You're a jerk.

I don't think I can get over this.

My sadness envelops me like the soft pasta shell of a ravioli...yum, filled with potatoes and water cress and garlic and parmesan and gorgonzola.

We should be in DC either this weekend or the next - will tell you when and will make plans to see you but then will not show up or call.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. SOON TO BE DRUNKEN AND POSSIBLY UNDER THE SKAKING BUSOMS OF ONE OF DC'S FINEST ADULT ENTERTAINERS GALUN!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!
must I say more=)

I'm seriously thinking that if I keep my head down I may be able to get through this entire day without doing any work. Of course, I'm thinking I'm going to start on a long term project instead. I think I work for the love of my coworkers more than money persay. It means way too much that these people keep saying that i'm the best temp they've ever had. I don't actually want to be the best ever, I just want to be good enough so they bother to say it.

Possibly because I didn't think the movie showed at all that the kid was really driven to dance, he just kept ending up tapping down the street after every scene. Possibly because the two things I thought about most were the kid's relationshp with his father and how beautiful the other little boy was. Seriously, that has to be the most beautiful child I've ever seen, like, he looked like a dwarf Wynona Ryder when he was dressed in a skirt.

i've sunk so low, i'm happy that i got the office products that i ordered yesterday

Ohh, someone walked in on me playing LemonAid game yesterday afternoon. He seemed pretty disappointed, I was kind of upset, I want to give the image of being productive even though I really cannot stand work, I think my ego's looking for it's big comeback. But while I was playing I started writing down the price, weather and temp, and the number of people who bought it... I really want to try and make an AD curve. I think that's what I might do if i don't get a job this fall=).

did either of you see that southpark where they paid Kenny to do gross things like climb up into a woman's uterus? we'll I've sunk even lower-

Gerry Jones just walked out of the office to leave me working on something someone else in the office forgot to give her to do, and said, "well there's always tommorow then isn't there Scarlet."

And it's actually Gerry with a G.

Like, everyone has hugue dreams in HS- I wanted to be the first Supreme Court justice to go into space, and I was the laziest person I knew.

um, I'm going to reserve fauvism for myself with lots of big colorful patches that sort of form shapes if you're a fan, but is basically just filler before abstract expresionism. you're really taxing my brain here Josh, seriously, I think you get wittyer the more e-mails you send- you feed on youself till you're a frezy of 7 fingers beating away all the information it can that your brain has collected in the last few days. I wonder if you get inspired by the good ones in your last e-mails and make better comments in the next. and I sit here for 3 minutes trying to decide how you spell wittier. =)

you should make a chart of your friends to see how many days of no work it takes to write a letter to each of them. and run recursions by boob size.

(I had a three musketeers bar for breakfast, they were only 33 cents... you can still eat those after all your teeth fall out, right?)

Most humerous conversation with Aya last night- she finally looked at her dictionary and saw that she'd been meaning to say ashamed insead of embarrased and I said she should say embarrased anyway, cause ashamed was too strong and we started providing examples and mine was- if I'm naked in front of a croud, I'm embarrased, if I'm naked in front of a crowd and my penis is 2 inches long, I'm ashamed. Hers was, if I cannot find my glasses and they're on my head, I'm embarrased, if I take lots of pictures when I travel, I'm ashamed.

when people walk in and see you slouching browsing an internet magazine, do they gain or loose respect for you? what if they're 23 and cute?

i read so deeply into your e-mails I read below them. that's why I miss the dates and ask if you're sick when you say you're tired. duh.

And you're insufferable already, I'm sure you're going to age quite gracefully=))

hehehe.

my favorite quote:

"Monkeys are very dirty and must be diapered most of the time," said Dale Cuvelier of Mike's Pets and Plants on Almon Street in Halifax. "They tend to bite, and spend a lot of time fondling themselves."

that's right!!! =P