Bored, Bored, Bored

[revena]

I've been at work for exactly one hour. So far:

I've gotten through the F's in filing, and found three documents which were in the wrong letter slots in the filebox. Yeesh.

I've eaten most of an M&M sugar cookie.

I've obsessed for about half an hour about the exact quality of Emlyn's limp, and various ways of reminding the reader that it exists, in future writing.

I've reloaded my flist and both my active email accounts about a bajillion times.

ARG. There are three more hours of this yet to go!

I hate filing. I may have mentioned that before, but it's still true.

Tell me a story? Ask me a question? Tell me a joke? Anything...

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[gimini-chick-in.livejournal.com]

I have to run off and take a shower and leave for Tucson, but quickly, I -could- tell you more of the dream....

After the evening of knitting and the concert, you sent me a thank you card which arrived the next morning. It was actually an lj post somehow. The amazing part was that it was a Sunday, and somehow you had connections at the post office that allowed the card to be delivered even though the mail wasn't running.

It was when I came back to thank you for the card that the whole riding arena/living room thing happened. Your mom was dressed to the nines in fine English riding garb, and I was galloping around on my shetland pony. She was sitting atop a huge sleek perfectly behaved thoroughbred which stood perfectly stiil, and my shetland pony kept bonking into the side of her horse because he was so unruly. She was diplomatic about it as I apologized. Somehow you materialized an older sister, who was an excellent jumper. She did the living room course in record time.

So, those are the rest of the bizzare details....sort of a Robyn Fleming/Valmai's home/my best-friend-in-Seattle's farm dream. :-) Hope that helps with the monotony!

I need a horse or critter icon!

[revena.livejournal.com]

*laugh* Wow, your dream really did kick ass.

Why're you coming to Tucson?

[gimini-chick-in.livejournal.com]

Dance lessons! :-) Usually I have a private lesson, and my son goes to Erik's tango class (and I do sometimes), but William wants to do the lesson at ABC tonight. :-(

[revena.livejournal.com]

That's neat. One of these days, I'm gonna have to try dancing.

[gimini-chick-in.livejournal.com]

I recommend it! I'm surprised your brother hasn't dragged you out yet.

[anariel-di-gaia.livejournal.com]

Mmm, has to be a story since I tend to end up being the joke when I'm trying to tell them. As I always seem to tell the strange things I like to keep quiet in your journals I'll tell you about one of my past relationships.

Right, when I was about sixteen I went out with a boy that I met through friends in a club in Manchester. He seemed nice, we seemed to get on well, so, of course when he asked me for his number I gave him my real number. Even more amazingly; he calls me to tell me he thought I was fantastic and he'd really like to meet up. Flattered, I agree. So, after a while of this behaviour we start to go out.

When we'd been going out for five months we had a pattern for most weekends, meeting up on Saturday, wondering around town. After one of these such meetings he kisses me goodbye, tells me he'll phone me tomorrow. A week later; no contact, so I phone him. I get no answer. I try a few more times and figure, oh well, he lost interest and consider us broken up.

Six months later, I open my e-mail to find he's written to me. I open this subjectless e-mail; there is no writing, but there is a picture of an ostrich. An ostrich?! I e-mail back; 'What the hell?' and get, surprise, surprise, no reply. I have never heard from this boy since. It's a running joke among my friends that in fifteen years time he'll turn up and try to pick up where we left off.

[revena.livejournal.com]

An ostrich? Wow, that's definitely up there for weird break-up stories. Or not-actually-break-up stories, really.

Hehe... I wonder what on earth he was thinking?

[lesbiem.livejournal.com]

mmmmmm, cookie.

[shiv5468.livejournal.com]

A very bad joke doing the rounds in London....

There are two ladies looking for luggage in a shop, and they're trying on some black rucksacks...

And one turns to the other and says, "Does my bomb look big in this?"

[revena.livejournal.com]

Hehe... I love me some inappropriate black humor. That reminds me of this one I read on Snopes (http://www.snopes.com/rumors/adultery.htm):

The first divorce directly related to the September 11th terrorist attacks has been filed in a NY court.

It appears a guy with an office on the 103rd floor of the World Trade Center left home for work on Sept 11. When he got to Manhattan, he decided to spend the morning at his girlfriend's apartment in the Village. When he got to her place, he turned off the phones, TV and radio and spent the entire morning in bed with her. At about 11:00 am, while still at her place, he turned his cell phone back on to retrieve his messages.

A second later it rang. His wife was on the phone crying and screaming at him, "I've been trying to call you for over two hours!! I've been worried sick about you! Are you OK?!?" He answered calmly that he was fine.

The wife then asked, "Where are you?"

The guy said, "Where do you think I am? I'm in my office!"