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I Am So Smrt

Friday, May 2, 2008

  • When I ordered a deli sandwich for lunch, I asked for all the stuff I don't like on my sandwiches except for mustard, which I do like. I even thought wow, this sandwich sucks while the person was making it, but it never occurred to me that I should in any way change my order. Disassociate much?

    Now I am picking chunks of low-grade corned beef out of my teeth and wondering why I didn't go for the soup.


  • I have readjusted all the settings at my desk at work so that positions of both my chair and keyboard stand are different. I spent most of the morning with my knees pressed firmly against part of the keyboard stand's undercarriage, and as a result, the knees of my trousers are shiny. Now it looks like, well, uhm, let's just say it look like I spend a lot of time on my knees.

    I don't feel like talking about fellatio today.


  • If you use the end of your retractable pen to scratch the itch between your boobs, make sure that it is indeed retracted, especially if you are wearing a low-cut sweater.

    When I wrote "you" in the above sentence, I meant "me". I highlighted my cleavage very effectively with several bold strokes of a blue ballpoint pen at about 10:00 a.m.


  • I am wearing two mismatched black socks today, and it's driving me mental. The one on my left foot only goes about three inches above my ankle, while the one on my right goes nearly to my knee. They are slightly different shades of black. One has pills on the heel, and the other does not. THEY ARE NOT THE SAME. It's kind of freaking me out.

    One foot feeling slightly different than the other foot = onset of the Apocalypse.

    I may be so moved to take our entire sock drawer after work, throw it in a bag for good will, and start fresh with the purchase of twenty pairs of identical socks.


  • I am terrible at remembering names, so it is unfortunate that my brain spits out the name Warren for every proper noun it tries to recall these days.

    What's that guy's name again? The one who's in construction? Warren.
    What's that declaration that's so import in the United States? Warren.
    Where is it that what's-his-head lives? Warren.

    And if it's just a regular noun I am trying to recall, my brain throws out donut, like that ever applies. I don't even eat donuts. In fact, I don't even spell it that way. I spell it doughnut. Oh, hello wrong noun! You have annoying spelling!

    This is not useful to me.


  • Last night, I dreamt about a band of lesbian serial killers who abducted me, stripped me naked, and carried me around in a hockey equipment bag. That's just stupid. It was all the more stupid for the fact that every time I tried to escape, people just returned me to the lesbian serial killers. Even the other people in my dream wouldn't buy my band-of-lesbian-serial-killers story, even though I was running around town wearing nothing but a shower curtain.


  • I was on the telephone with the Palinode when I accidentally knocked over one of those little desk organizers that holds paperclips and elastic bands.

    Oh, crap!

    What'd you do? he asked.

    I just, uh, knocked something over, I answered.

    What did you knock over?

    I don't want to tell you, because it's kind of embarrassing, but okay. It was my collection of favourite paperclips.

    Your collection of favourite paperclips! Oh, noes! he cried mockingly.

    Yes, I have collection of favourite paperclips, and they have their own little tray, and they are lovely, and they make me feel serene in my heart, so you can suck it.
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    17 comments:

    Blogger palinode

    Actually, what you said on the phone was that you had knocked over your collection of special paperclips. Which seems funnier than favourite paperclips.  

    Blogger Belinda

    This is the first time I've laughed all day long, and you gave me several GOOD ones. THANK YOU. I needed it today. And I have done exactly that same sandwich thing, at Subway. But I caught myself right at the end...which may be worse, because then they knew I was completely mental. "Oh, hi. Yeah, that sandwich, of which I just stood here and directed the construction? You made it ALL WRONG. Start over."  

    Blogger i am the diva

    i has me some special paperclips too. i know, it's weird - but it's also awesome. They're all different shapes, sometimes different colours, or maybe just the kind that i know won't scratch or mark up whatever i'm clipping together.

    I also have a collection of Triangles that i have created out of paperclips. They're on my lamp. the cleaning lady here keeps trying to throw them away, but i kept making more - so eventually she gave up.  

    Blogger ingrid

    "If you use the end of your retractable pen to scratch the itch between your boobs, make sure that it is indeed retracted, especially if you are wearing a low-cut sweater."

    Fabulous. :) You make me so happy.  

    Blogger Amy

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    Blogger Ky

    I have a tray of special paper clips, too. And I keep the most special one (it's shaped like an AIRPLANE!) on my computer, where I can see it. I even took fancy pictures of them.

    Anything to get you through the day at a crummy desk job, that's what I say.  

    Blogger blackbird

    I could never ever ever wear two different socks. I'd kill myself.  

    Blogger catnip

    This was better than anything on five star friday - and I love five start friday! Thanks for the laugh.  

    Blogger cc

    I have a collection of paper clips too. I usually take them off of documents that are given to me and put a regular one in it's place... the good old switcheroo.

    As for the socks, I can't be bothered to match socks in the morning because it cuts into my precious sleep time. The first two I pick are the two I wear. As a result, I wear miss-matched socks on most days.  

    Blogger mommastantrum

    You should have added a happy face between the boobs...then no one would have thought it was an askident.

    Special paperclips are for women. Men don't understand them, because they are men.

    Socks should be banned. Unless they are the bamboo ones. I think that those ones could seriously make me happy for the rest of my life.  

    Blogger Sparkling Red

    I hate to break it to you, but getting 20 pairs of identical socks may not make your life easier. In fact, it might complicate matters. Here's the thing: I have several pairs of identical socks, but I want to keep each one matched with its original mate. Otherwise some of the socks might get worn out at a faster rate than the others. Then I'd have one that was worn through 20%, one at 35% wearage, one at 40%, and one at 90% (the transparency stage). I spend extra time with the clean laundry, trying to match the identical socks to their original mates by microscopically assessing the wear to each sock's heel. It's easier of all the pairs are different at a glance. Trust me.  

    Anonymous todd

    Just FYI:

    This entry was the funniest thing I've read in a long time.

    Thank you for that.

    :)  

    Anonymous Anonymous

    My solution to the sock problem was to buy lots and lots and lots of diaper pins (they don't rust in the wash). Socks get pinned together before I throw them into the hamper. They get washed together, dried together, folded together and put away together. Each sock remains with its original mate so usage/wearage remains constant. Why, yes, I do have a slight touch of OCD, thank you for asking. I ... I'm just not ready to tell the world about my special paperclips. You're so brave. -Elsie.  

    Blogger Mo Morrissey

    I actually read the paragraph about the ball point out loud to my mother-in-law.

    Every time I think I have the sock issue solved, a new and ever increasing universal intelligence finds a way to circumvent my solution. At first it was to buy only black, over the calf dress socks and ankle cut sport socks - however what has now happened is that inevitably the dress socks get matched up with one that has shrunk or otherwise been stretched or gotten fubar in some way. Of course, when all your socks look alike, there need not be any discrimination in pairing them up, right?

    ACK! I've learned to accept mismatched socks, it's when I mismatch my shoes I get mad.

    As an aside, I'll often times leave a pair of shoes at work so I can just wear sneakers in. Imagine my surprise when I realize I wore my shoes home, left my sneakers there and now I've got the choice of wearing one of two pairs of sneakers all day.  

    Blogger Erin

    Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

    You guys share a sock drawer?

    There's no sharing in sock drawers.  

    Blogger Dory

    "# Yes, I have collection of favourite paperclips, and they have their own little tray, and they are lovely, and they make me feel serene in my heart, so you can suck it."

    This is the bestest sentence in the whole wide world. It made my brain grin.

    Erin - And there's no crying in baseball. Ha!

    Dory  

    Blogger Robin

    I can't remember names, I just say "hey" to everyone. I hate that everyone else seems to know MY name, makes me look like a jerk. oh and the cleavage pen thing, who hasn't done that?  



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