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*snerk* BWAHAHAHAHA! (or: Excerpts from My Notebook) Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, imabeeinabox!

*snerk* BWAHAHAHAHA! (or: Excerpts from My Notebook) Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, imabeeinabox!

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Ahhh, life is good. Says so, right on my shirt. Despite some unusual (read: creepyfied) happenings, this past week has been incredible. Almost unreal. And, I kept my notebook with me throughout most of it, so I can remember a whole bunch.

First, lyssa_bear and I were walking through a park this evening around 2115. As I breathed in for a small yawn, something small and luminescent struck the back of my throat. Now, since food is the only thing that touches that particular part of my anatomy, I reflexively swallowed. Hiccoughing slightly, I turned to my wonderful girlfriend and said, "Yeah, definitely, I just swallowed a firefly."
Quoth the charming, lovable, intelligent, girl of my dreams walking alongside me, "Now your poopy's gonna be all glowy!"
Gawd, I love that girl.

Now, I have a Gmail account, and I have a small program called the Gmail Notifier. For those of you who don't know, it is this nifty little program that sits in your toolbar, and pops up a little window whenever new mail hits the Inbox. So, when I logged on to the network, I am hit with six email notifications. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but I normally recieve only one email a day, and that's from a newsletter I signed up for. So, six emails was rather unusual for me.

Imagine my surprise when, about a minute after commenting on a comment left in my LJ, I recieved an email notification I check my email, respond appropriately, and continue on my way. I didn't count how many times it happened, but it was a lot, and for some reason it seemed funnier every time it happened.

A quote from my sister, after receiving "Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think" in a fortune cookie:
I don't get it...

Okay, that's enough random thoughts from my brain. Let's move on to random thoughts from my notebook. This is the kind of stuff I think about at work, but doesn't really 'click', so I don't pursue it. Enjoy.

A conversation I had with a co-worker, after telling her about the proposal to repeal the 22nd amendment.
CW: We need Bush out of office
Me: Why?
CW: Because he's f**ked over the country.
Me: Well, so did Clinton.
CW: (after a moment of thought) Yeah, but Clinton did it in a fun way.

Quote from a different co-worker:
You wanna hear my chicken story?

(undated entry, intended for posting that night)
For one magical moment today, I felt like a Pirate. I had an Eyepatch on, a Sword strapped at my hip, and a Parrot squawking 'Pieces of Eight' while it was perched on my shoulder. Well, to be completely honest, I had neither Eyepatch nor Steel with me, but I still had a parrot nuzzling my ear. His name is Riley, and I am the only guy he doesn't try to outright kill. Makes me feel all warm and piratey inside.

Yeah, there's TONS more random nonsense, but it is Late, and I am Tired. Plus, I seem to be Randomly capitalising The first Letter of various words. But never the Same words. They change What Words they be and things. It is 0100 now, and I started writing this entry at 2226 yesterday. I will sleep, now.
  • (Anonymous)
    *laughter*
    You're always fun to talk to, or in this case, read/listen to.
    Here! Have a cookie! *gives chocolate chip cookie*
    Keep writing Ed, but for now, go to sleep!
    *is considering following own advice*
  • Have you had enough pop-ups from me on your gmail yet?

    Just my little birthday gift to you. I'm glad to see that mine isn't the only brain that spontaneously jumps from topic to topic. And to echo the above, your posts are always fun to read. One never knows where it will end up.
  • Hello!!! It's been forever since I've last commented! Or at least, that is how it seems, heehee. I'm glad that life is going well for you, and that you've been enjoying yourself lately. That is good to hear (read)!
  • Miss your presence. Hope you're okay.
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