| ...a day in the life of a mouse |
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2004-12-07 - 9:17 a.m. I bought new headphones for my (actually, not mine, Chicken’s) discman the other day. They cost me about $2. yippee for cheap products made in Asian countries! They aren’t exactly what I want, but they’ll do. They are sort of like the little ear bud type headphones, except with a weird rubbery bit that loops over the top of your ear. They make those for people like me with obviously deformed ears that cannot and will not retain the ‘ear bud’ style headphones. I am torn between thinking they look cool, and thinking they look like cheap hearing aids. Meh…who cares. I have music now! I like having a Walkman. I like being able to walk along listening to whatever I want…it’s kinda like having your own theme music! It’s hard to be in a bad mood when everyone else at the bus stop is shivering in silence, but you are grooving along to a saucy Latin beat. By the time I got to work, I was no longer listening to the bum-wiggling, hip-shaking Shakira. By that time I was rocking my bad self out to the rebellious rhythms of Alice Cooper. Of course, on the one day that I miss my bus (hell NO I am not rushing headlong down the icy concrete steps of DEATH just to catch my bus thankyouverymuch! I am going to walk calmly and SAFELY down the stairs, using the handrail, and catch the next bus), who should I practically run over on my way off the elevator? That’s right, my boss (who reminds me in a horrible, nightmarish way of the over-tanned, bleach-blond older lady from that movie Something About Mary). She was obviously on her way to a meeting somewhere, and I hope she wasn’t trying to talk to me, because I was still listening to Alice Cooper, and just kept walking down the hall. Ya, hope that one doesn’t turn around and bite me in the ass. ::: in other news, my nose piercing is no longer infected. Yay! However, my ear piercing that was previously just ‘irritated’, actually IS infected. How do I know this? Why, by the squishy yellow pocket of PUS the splorked out when I was cleaning it, that’s how. Mmmmmm. Pus. My life is tres chic, n’est pas? ::: I am drinking instant coffee this morning. Normally, I would only mention this because instant coffee usually tastes like bum. However, for some reason it tastes warm, and dark and mellow this morning. Now, let’s just hope it doesn’t make me sick. (I can usually only have one or two cups of coffee per WEEK, without it feeling like someone lit my innards on fire. Yay for sensitive GI tracts! Some day when I’m really bored, I’ll tell you what happens when I eat fast food these days!) ::: Also, many thanks to the people who have left me note assuring me that I am not dumb as a stump and that my entries are not, in fact Verbal Anesthetic. Y’all made me blush! 
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