I was cleaning up my desk, trying to find a stack of budget reports. I toss some papers to the floor. I spin my wheeled office chair around, reach for the stack on the floor, tilt the the chair, tip over, send the chair flying across the room, crash half into my desk, half into the floor, kick a cup of soup and a piece of cornbread off the desk and onto the floor, and knock over the trash can. I swear loudly, and look up to see three people standing in the doorway, stunned. As I get up, I mash my hand into the cornbread, effectively smushing it into the carpet (and my hand).
This happened roughly 15 minutes ago.
Fucking hell.
The soup is fucking everywhere.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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Mmmm, I love cornbread.
Oh, and good job dude - very smooth.
The balance of life. You have a little victory and then you have a little defeat.
Be safe...
I really thought I had the market cornered on shit like this. Nice job man.
Oh no! Not the cornbread!
And he's back. I know you only did this to cheer me up--and it worked. Why else would you attack innocent cornbread?
After all of this, did you manage to get the papers you were after?
Are you a large man? For some reason I picture you as a large man. And obvioulsy clumsy.
Now you know how George W. feels.
at least you didn't end up in the emergency room... yet.
Dude, you've been hanging out with Hobocamp Meg too much. :)
Glad you aren't injured. I mean, outside of pride and all that.
< /gravity > :)
Heh. Heh-heh.
Dude. That's all I got.
damn, you re talented...
MsP
oh tiger. i know your pain. but nice touch- what with the soup and all.
I would pay money to see something like that.
That sucks about the cornbread though, as I'm sure you only brought enough to eat right then and after the debacle didn't have any for what was left of your soup. At that point, I would've just ordered out.
You must do this every day now that the Sox are playing.
Red - gee, thanks.
lora - yeah, that's fair.
kerstin - i'll see your clumsiness and raise you uncontrollable and untimely awkwardness.
manda - I know! That was good bread, too.
Curious - Yes, I did it for you. And the papers were soaked in soup. Thanks for asking.
Cowboy - I'll be honest... I'm not small.
Rott T - Yes, except I only hurt myself.
NT - There's always time...
OTV - suck it.
Max - Alas, Meg and I have concluded that we can never hang out, or the universe will explode.
Vanessa - you're too sweet.
Puddin - It's a gift, what can I say.
L & F - Yeah, the soup made it special, didn't it? And today, it smells like soup!
CR - Man, you people love your cornbread.
Dmbmeg - Aw, balls. Fine. [heads off to Au Bon Pain dejectedly.]
sounds like a good Will Ferrell sketch. except the exact opposite. retard. :)
see?? this is what motherhood is doing to me.
Do people in your town say Au Bon "Pane" too? Have they never heard of a fun little language called the French??
You and Hobocamp definitely have to hang out because your co-authored book -- or band!! -- could be called Glued Vulvas and Smashed Cornbread. :D
Stupid Bowl - I will beat your ass the next time I see you.
Boo - let's not fight in front of the baby!
Max - Bonjourrrrrrrrr, ya cheese eating surrender monkey!
Glued Vulvas and Smashed Cornbread is PURE GENIUS! Meg! Let's start writing some songs!
Two words unrelated to said story - HOT BATS!
Hopefully it was good smelling soup. What a waste of good bread.
Will this appear on Youtube one day?
This clip from Dead Like Me reminded me of you and all your interviews, etc.
http://youtube.com/
watch?v=nId_LeVXvxI
at least your job involves desks and papers and budgets instead of fry baskets, farm animals, or children.
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