Friday, February 18, 2005 suckers
What's up, readership? Did you know this was a BLOG? Good: you're getting what's coming to you.
Oh, my Jesus, my head hurts. Ow, ow, ow. I'd stop staring at the screen, but that doesn't help. Ow. Jesus. Ow. I better be growing antlers. There's no other way to justify this. Maybe I'm developing death-ray eyes. That would be fine, too. But maybe I had two (2) giant cups of coffee today, and maybe I forgot to bring lunch and was too cheap to buy it at work today.
Blech. How was your day?
Today's catchy song was "Punk Rock Girl" by the Dead Milkmen. I didn't find that to be problematic, though.
Here is what was problematic: the dudes who I let in after closing so that I could quickly make them appointments, who then bitched that there were no early appointments the next day, then dithered about which of the remaining three appointments of tomorrow they would take. Dither, dither. Hurry up, death ray eyes. Or antlers. Whatevs. "Area Receptionist Gores Some Dudes" ("She was always so quiet," say shocked co-workers.) posted by Frenzy Lohan | 2/18/2005 08:00:00 PM
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