So I went downstairs to get some food at work. There were all these kids down there. A group of them, I think 3, were sitting at this high top table, and using hands, straws, cups, and so on, the three of them were knocking out a very complex hip hop beat. If that wasn't cool enough, there were eight, yes eight, girls dancing to this beat in perfect synchronisation. I mean that their dance moves were all synchronised between eachother and in time with the beat. Amazing. I played Dig Dug while I waited for my food and got to Level 5. I finally re-figured out Dig Dug.
Oh. You know the whole "Executive Washroom" thing? Well, it turns out that up on the administration floor where I work, the toilet paper in the public bathrooms is actually softer than even the Charmin I've got here at home. It turns out it is true. Everybody else in the building wipes with sandpaper.
I have a real problem with writing off-topic things, but I wanted to announce that I was an eyewitness to gang violence just blocks away from my house today. The getaway SUV chased after me for several blocks to intimidate me out of calling the authorities.
On an unrelated note, is anyone in Minneapolis looking for a roommate, oh, tomorrow?
I have a couch! But I'm in St Paul, so I guess you wouldn't want to go slumming.
Sorry to hear about the gang violence. Whereabouts in minneapolis was this?
Nice to see you again too...
Thanks sith. Don't worry, I'll never go away forever. What would you do without me? You'd be bored silly, that's what!
Oh, and thanks for the couch offer (although isn't it really a loveseat??), but I'll be fine, surely, as long as I don't ever drive down that street again. Sucks, though, it's my favorite way to get to the gross-ery store.
Oh, and St Paul's probably too far for my vinnie-man's ailing transmission. That sentence sounds funnier than I meant it to be.
Wow, talk about excuses!
Zach, you should write an entry so I'm not forced to blog for you.
The road under the railroad bridge by my house was totally washed out in the rain today. There was a car that was stuck right in the deepest part; the water was 3 inches above the line of the door. It was the first time I'd ever seen that here, maybe anywhere.
I considered trying to get my minivan through the shallower part of it to turn onto my street, but seeing the family standing in halfway-up-the-shin water dissuaded me. YAY FLASH FLOOD!
Oh, and sith, I meant to say, "Well, I just didn't want to make you drive me all over town..." But then I remembered that you work where I work, so it wouldn't have been a very good excuse. But, sith, one e-makeout and you're proposing moving in together? This is all moving too fast for me!
Come play Kingdom of Loathing... that's more fun than blogs.
And, I find that very hard to believe.
kingdom of loathing dot com of course
yeah, i found it. just forgot to post and say so. thanks, though.
I suppose it would be too quick. Perhaps next week we'll be ready for cohabitation. For now we can stick to the sweet sweet lovin'
I knew you'd see it my way!