I used to have a boss who wanted to have meetings over every little thing, too.

"Hey, could you ask tech support to call me on my cell phone instead of my home phone? I think they just have my home phone number."

"Ok. Let's get together and go over that. I'll book the conference room and we can go over the issues as you see them."

In other news, my basement is under eight inches of water. I mean, I -am- glad a tornado didn't level my town, but still.

I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT HEROES!

You can still download it.

Internet is so slow for me... it would take a couple of days to download it... my other choice is either wait for nbc to upload their episode or dailymotion (youtube sucks)

My little sister is a drunken fool and her friends are drunken fools. Talking on the phone with a sobbing angry drunk girl is no fun, especially when all you want to do is tell her to shut up and grow up and get some AA meetings.

Apparently, one of her drunk friends let her drive his car while drunk in order to 'teach her how to drive drunk' Never mind that A) driving drunk is illgeal and STUPID and B ) she can't drive sober.

Of course, she crashed the car - I don't know how badly, but she's not hurt anyway. But the guy and his friends are all pissed at her for crashing it. Well duh... she was drunk. She doesn't know how to drive. What did you THINK was going to happen?

Anyway... I'm avoiding all family phone calls for a while now.

Thanks to the person I thought I could count on for making me cry not once, but twice, on my birthday. I couldn't even be glad about the cake my sister bought, or the confetti paper thing she put around my door, the surprise presents I got when my sister let me co-workers know it was my birthday (I try to hide it each year.)

Just... thanks. I know I'm not the nicest person to you, but you could have at least let me have my birthday not to be emo, to just be... I don't know, happy?

*sighs*

I BROKE me new YOYO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! :sob:

She was a brand new Duncan Bumblebee... and now she is broken... and now I have to buy another. Oh well, back to the F.A.S.T 201 and the diablos.

Birthday-ruining people are bad. Bad like rotting food. They will suffer.

I'll beat them for you!

EDIT: Maybe beat is a nicer word.

You tell me who that mean person was Reiha. I'll come kick their butts for you *grab* no one makes my sis cry.


And on that note....ENTERTAIN ME I'M BORED at work :lostwings:

WTF are Word files so goddamn big? For the same damn thing, they're like twice the save of .sxw files.

Well, here's a weird fact about me tht might prove entertaining - or it might just be weird. But then you can distract yourself by thinking about how weird Noola is!

When I was a little kid I used to try very very very hard to always chew the same amount and the same kind of food on each side of my mouth. Not because I was obsessive compulsive or anything, but because I was convinced that if I chewed more on one side than the other, the one I'd neglected would get its feelings hurt and I didn't want that to happen.

As I got older, the idea that one side of my mouth might get it's feelings hurt has, of course, faded. These days I just eat and don't care which side of my mouth I chew on. Very occasionally though, I'll find myself trying to keep the amounts of food I chew on each side of my mouth more-or-less even. Mostly from habit - though whenever it happens, I remember being so concerned about hurting my mouth's feelings and it makes me laugh.


And now for on-topic fun... I wanna go see my friend's band play tonight, but the cover is $15!

I can't really chew on the right side of my mouth because of the ZOMG big freaking hole in my not-really-a-tooth-anymore that I can't afford to fix.

Ouch! That sucks majorly!

In my day, we had to walk up-hill both ways to find a dentist...

So get that fixed on government funds and be glad that you probably have a motor vehicle.

Also: *hug Reiha*

Happy birthday...Belated or not hun.

Awww, much to you all And yes, not emo anymore

Sadly, yesterday turned into a 14 hour day at work, thus screwing me over for my lusty time... aaaaand.. today is likely to follow suit. So I guess I'll see you all on Saturday. Or maybe Sunday

Iiiiick, I go crazy when I work more than 8.5 hours... Sunday's a better playing day, lot more calmer people around anyway!

No, seriously, what's up with this?