Daily spewage of a bitter mind.

People piss me off.

Seriously.. today they decided to mess with my coffee.

I went to the little store on the corner for my latte this morning and someone took my punch card and used my free coffee. 

This’ll teach me not to trust those little rolodex things to save your card for you.

The weird thing is that they all know my name down there, I’d have assumed they would’ve caught that when someone used it….

They must’ve been a real sneaky snake.

Since the new owner of the little lunch shop downstairs took over she’s been adding new items to the menu.  For the most part I’ve been very happy with what she serves… perhaps things are expensive, but they’re good and you won’t find them anywhere else near here.

Today I ordered a Jumdon (sp?) sub.  Mostly because I didn’t know what the hell it was… I like being adventurous like that.

Malcolm and I check it out on the way back to the office.

For one, it was not a sub, it was a sandwich.

Second, it was the most retarded sandwich I’ve ever had.

So this sub is a slice of bread, a slice of ham, a slice of bread and then cheese melted on top.

The sandwich is full of FAIL.

Perhaps if she added some condiments…

Malcolm says. “Someone needs to tell her that her idea of a sub makes no sense.”  He actually said a lot more, but he’s ranting too fast to type it out, lol. 

My journal has become dull. 

Lately I post pictures, doodles, and random crap, but nothing of real value like I used to.

I think I’m becoming more lame as time goes on.

There this lady (”E”) around the office I sometimes talk with, she’s a hoot.

E: My husbands name is Richard, he hates it when people call him Dick.
Me: How about I just call him Penis?
E: Haha, no.
Me: How’s your Penis today, E?
E: (Laughs) Just fine.
Me: Is he a little man?
E:  I married him, of course not!
Me: What?
E: What?
Me: No!  I mean is he a small person?  Good lord, woman.
E: Oh!  Yes, he’s 5′10″ and 160lbs.
Me: Wow he is a small penis.
E: Haha, I thought you meant.. (covers face)

she’s fun.

the lunch lady loves me more

last night I dreamt me and my VP were in a hotel room shooting up random drugs.  we were giggly.  it was messed up.

what malcolm found when he walked through the door, hehe.

Today we received a notice that are parking price in the downstairs garage is going up again.  They jacked the price up to over $200/mo.

While I enjoy the luxury of being able to park AT work.. I’m not going to let them continue raping my wallet… that’s for boys that are much much much prettier.   To top it off I never get a parking spot as it is.  They over book and the valet has to move my car around all day since there are no open spots.  I guess I assumed when I purchased a spot, I’d actually HAVE a spot when I got here.

So I ordered an electric bicycle and am going to begin biking it to work.  Which will be awesome after all the bitching I’ve done over the last year about bicyclists.

I went with this tricycle, I’m thinking of painting it pink and putting hello kitties all over it… maybe a white plastic basket with one of those overly fake white flowers stuck to it… oh and don’t forget the streamers off the handles..woot woot!  I’ll make sure to wear my best leather biking gear to top off the look.

I know I could have just hit the local bike shop and probably have been okay with a standard bike, but let’s face it…I’m fat and need help up hills :P   

It should be here next Wednesday.

if it wasn’t for those damned unamericans coming down, this would be my friday night.

but noooo, i have to clean up the bathroom so it doesn’t look like there was some shitstorm in there…. whaaaah!

hahaha