Oh Gawd...
So, I'm sittin' here, reading the Best of Craig'sList and Waiterrant and whatnot.
One of Waiter's commenters said to go to Google, type in "failure" and click on "I feel lucky" and do it quick, before Google catches on and changes it.
That goes to a site about dickhead bosses and coworkers. Then, I typed in "fuckin' putz" and again with the "I feel lucky". Well...
Guess where it took me? Yeah... to my OWN May 2005 archives....
*rolling eyes and shaking head* Now, all I wanna do is type in obsure words and phrases, use "I feel lucky" and see what comes up... I can see my chances of getting the house clean, or doing anything else constructive with my now abundant time, is gonna be slim ta none. And, I was wondering what I was gonna do with myself...
Pft.
Comments
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Do you ever answer your phone? I have been calling you for three days, Cat
Posted by: Catfish at April 15, 2006 11:40 AM (V2ubr)
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BUSTED! SEE! It's not just me 
Posted by: Mad William Flint at April 15, 2006 01:50 PM (irwyS)
Posted by: Light & Dark at April 15, 2006 02:18 PM (M9GWX)
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Can ya frickin' BELIEVE I'm still at it?
Man, my hips went numb, like, 4 hours ago. I've managed to consume both breakfast and lunch (rice krispies both times), get dressed and become "comfortably numb", all without missing a keystroke.
Somehow, I got from that google-shit to looking for free Appaloosas in my county.
Still ain't cleaned SHIT (and Christ O'Mighty, is there a LO-OT of that, fuckin' cats). BUT... I am again fed, now dressed and determined to leave this chair and this computer's tractor-goddamned-beam and go outside before it gets dark.
I have approximately three/three and a half hours left to accomplish this.
And, if y'all were to start a "bet she doesn't make it" pool, I'd not be offended... *grin*
And, Cat Darlin'...
I'll call you as a reward to myself AFTER I get this fucked up excuse for a house clean.
Now, THAT oughta get my ass in gear...
(Heard faintly in the BG... "PLACE yer bets.... PLACE yer bets...")
Man, my hips went numb, like, 4 hours ago. I've managed to consume both breakfast and lunch (rice krispies both times), get dressed and become "comfortably numb", all without missing a keystroke.
Somehow, I got from that google-shit to looking for free Appaloosas in my county.
Still ain't cleaned SHIT (and Christ O'Mighty, is there a LO-OT of that, fuckin' cats). BUT... I am again fed, now dressed and determined to leave this chair and this computer's tractor-goddamned-beam and go outside before it gets dark.
I have approximately three/three and a half hours left to accomplish this.
And, if y'all were to start a "bet she doesn't make it" pool, I'd not be offended... *grin*
And, Cat Darlin'...
I'll call you as a reward to myself AFTER I get this fucked up excuse for a house clean.
Now, THAT oughta get my ass in gear...
(Heard faintly in the BG... "PLACE yer bets.... PLACE yer bets...")
Posted by: Stevie at April 15, 2006 03:35 PM (d0ouV)
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Oh, and Mad William, by the WAY...
Are ya catching the question from Cat up there?
See?
He's got my number, USES IT, and I manage not to be a pain in HIS ass.... much.
So.
Shall I send the (@#$%!!) thing again, or what?
Are ya catching the question from Cat up there?
See?
He's got my number, USES IT, and I manage not to be a pain in HIS ass.... much.
So.
Shall I send the (@#$%!!) thing again, or what?
Posted by: Stevie at April 15, 2006 03:37 PM (d0ouV)
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