I get to work really early, usually by 7:30ish. This is my work morning ritual: I come in and start up my computer, go over and say hello to my friends Kari and Anna in another department. Usually by the time I get back to my desk, my computer has decided whether or not I get to work today, or if I have to spend a half-hour on the phone with the Help Desk trying to figure out what is wrong. I open up the 8 to 10 screens that I am going to need that day, check my work emails, check my yahoo email, follow up on the multiple blogs that I read everyday (Stuff Christians Like is my new favorite--I kill a lot of time in the mornings). Then I look at Craig's List to see the free stuff, any new job offers anywhere in Raleigh and of course, the missed connections. This is better than a cup of coffee and 100 times more entertaining than a monkey riding a unicycle (yes, I have seen a monkey ride a unicycle). I usually just read them and move on with my day, but this one cracked me up so bad that I had to copy it onto my blog today.
Burrito Guy - w4m - 20 (in ur komputerzzzz causing a ruckussss)
I hoped you would show up to the post-punk noise explosion last Saturday, but you didn't. I was admittedly slightly disappointed. Now I'm on to shrieky deeky noise manipulations elsewhere. I just want you to know: Your burritos are of Carrboro legend. The man behind the burrito- a true indie rock hero. Crushes are lame.
Yes, my friend. Crushes are lame. With that being said, let's all move on with our day.
I am not so great with compliments. Have you ever gotten a compliment and said "thanks" but then the person keeps going on and on and on about how great the initial complimentary subject is?? Yes, this is my life right now. I got contacts, and it's like I had complete reconstructive surgery on my face or something. I am very self-conscious about the dark circles under my eyes, therefore I had to buy makeup. I hate wearing makeup. To me, makeup has always been one of those things that you did if you were going somewhere special, or if I was wearing a dress or something. Yeah, you have to love that jeans and T-shirt stylistic mentality of a woman. Yesterday, someone at church asked me if I was going to have a Glamour Shot done. C'mon. Seriously. It's just makeup and contacts. Then she went on and on about how pretty I looked and that I had pretty eyes. Then another person did this, and another. Thanks guys. Again... not so great with the compliments. Again... tried to get away with "Oh, thanks." This did not work and by the end of church I was ready to pull them out of my face and go back to glasses. I know that this is ridiculous, but I just don't like to draw a lot of attention to any physical changes that I make.
So, thanks for the compliments. You guys rock.
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No more posting in blue!
To stop you from feeling awkward with all these compliments..from now on when you walk by me in the hall, I am simply going to say, "Ew."
You are beautiful. Have I mentioned that? With your contacts revealing your deep, scintillating eyes, it's like seeing into your gorgeous soul. Your eyes set off your hair which sets off your perfect perfect skin. It's like when a superhero reveals their identity and everyone is blown away: your glasses were your superhero eyes' identity and now the secret is out: Kerry has fantastic eyes!
See, I'm kidding, but I'm also telling the truth. How you like THOSE compliments? ;)
I finally decided to read this. Sorry it took so long. I kinda forgot about it. And I do like the no contacts, I'll make sure not to overdo it with the compliments :)
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