Oh, I've finally got my compy back
Let me share a few thoughts for a moment. (And it must only be a moment because I have 17 research papers I have to read and grade today along with my own papers to write/revise. Oh, and the boy is making me clear off my desk for his papa's comp.)
First, let me start by saying this: Some anonymous person compared me to this guy http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/8506/ (which, on a side note, why didn't anyone tell me you just have to hit a friggin button and copy paste to get links on here?! Ach) and then proposed marriage. Having never been compared to anyone even remotely famous, I shall take that as a compliment despite knowing that the dude wrote things like American Psycho and Rules of Attraction (a messed up movie). Hmm. Anyway, you made my day and if things with the boy don't work out, then maybe I will contemplate marriage with an anonymous blog poster.
Furthermore, if Speardane was my UPS delivery man, I'd make sure to be hanging out in a towel to get his package. (Notice the sexual innuendo anyone?)
Every time I go to writer's bloc I get this crazy urge to write something. Maybe it's hearing some of the folks who teach this stuff and thinking "I could do better." I found it amusing that a two year old's bowel movements could be the star of the show. I also realized that mother of said two year old has a daughter named Isabella. The boy and I have already decided our first born daughter shall be Isabella. He'll call her Izzy. I'll call her Ella. yay.
Hmm...the boy who has taken the morning off to hang out with the plumber (yes Xtina, I got it right this time, but I still say anything that rhymes with "bummer" should have 2 m's) just came in with fried egg and buttered toast. For me. Unfortunately, while he was on the phone trying to get the internet working once again, he missed that fact that I had a disturbingly large bowl of cocoa pebbles. So, while I appreciated the thought, I made him take egg and toast away.
Ahh, a final note. I've taken to calling my laptop "Compy." Highly unoriginal Casey. But yesterday when all I wanted was to check email and update myself on the Kato blogs (we should start a club) there was no internet to be had. The boy had gotten new toys and screwed everything up. I whined for my compy. I pined for my compy. I gave the boy disapproving looks and questioned his computer talents. And then I went to class, got drunk, and pretended to give a crap about Emily Dickinson.
First, let me start by saying this: Some anonymous person compared me to this guy http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/8506/ (which, on a side note, why didn't anyone tell me you just have to hit a friggin button and copy paste to get links on here?! Ach) and then proposed marriage. Having never been compared to anyone even remotely famous, I shall take that as a compliment despite knowing that the dude wrote things like American Psycho and Rules of Attraction (a messed up movie). Hmm. Anyway, you made my day and if things with the boy don't work out, then maybe I will contemplate marriage with an anonymous blog poster.
Furthermore, if Speardane was my UPS delivery man, I'd make sure to be hanging out in a towel to get his package. (Notice the sexual innuendo anyone?)
Every time I go to writer's bloc I get this crazy urge to write something. Maybe it's hearing some of the folks who teach this stuff and thinking "I could do better." I found it amusing that a two year old's bowel movements could be the star of the show. I also realized that mother of said two year old has a daughter named Isabella. The boy and I have already decided our first born daughter shall be Isabella. He'll call her Izzy. I'll call her Ella. yay.
Hmm...the boy who has taken the morning off to hang out with the plumber (yes Xtina, I got it right this time, but I still say anything that rhymes with "bummer" should have 2 m's) just came in with fried egg and buttered toast. For me. Unfortunately, while he was on the phone trying to get the internet working once again, he missed that fact that I had a disturbingly large bowl of cocoa pebbles. So, while I appreciated the thought, I made him take egg and toast away.
Ahh, a final note. I've taken to calling my laptop "Compy." Highly unoriginal Casey. But yesterday when all I wanted was to check email and update myself on the Kato blogs (we should start a club) there was no internet to be had. The boy had gotten new toys and screwed everything up. I whined for my compy. I pined for my compy. I gave the boy disapproving looks and questioned his computer talents. And then I went to class, got drunk, and pretended to give a crap about Emily Dickinson.
posted by KC in Katoland at 9:54 AM
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I got yer package right here.
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