Happy Birthday To Me...

It's my birthday now for the past 25 minutes.

Oh Yeah...

And the game of phone tag ended...let the next game begin.

Phone Tag is a way of life it would seem.

And my current musical fixations include...

Machine Love (They have lots of free mp3's on their website...all most excellent)
Arabella Rodriguez
Cybertribe

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Dear Office Janitor Person/s,

Please don't put my trash can under my desk. I like it in front of my file cabinet.
That way I don't have to pull it out then when I'm dumping a used tea bag into it.
It's just something else that I have to think of when I come into work every day.

Thanks.

Floral Stuff!

So I'm sitting here fiinishing up some notes, about to go to lunch...and schwunk! Someone comes and plunks down a basket of flowers on my desk. Mumsie sent me flowers! (Yes, I often do call my mother "Mumsie" when i'm not calling her "Mommy") I'm 26, don't laugh at me.


Gods...I'm 26. When did that happen? I'm not going to break into "I feel so old" or anyhitng cause I don't Buuuuut ok, see I got this thing where somewhere in my mind, I'm convinced that I'm still 17. I dunno how to explain it. It's not what I wish I were. Being 17 really really sucked for the most part. It's just the way it is. But hell...that was 9 years ago...