Four out of five Eltons agree ...

... that Eminem is huggable. :D
Elton: *looks around Melle's brain* "This place needs some redecorating."
Melle: "I have a bad feeling about this ..."

Ack, Em, stop looking geeky!

*snicker* [Em's a closet fag-hag!]

It's snowing! :) And Steve has no snow! Ha!

I have 0 msgs in inbox, or in any of my lists folders. Can't remember the last time that happened. Erk. I now feel unloved.

I want to do a real entry, but I still have one to type up. Something to do this weekend, I guess.

Aaaaand now the sun's shining like it's June or sommat.

Sheesh, boys, you're in public. Enough with the ass-grabbing already.

[tbc after lunch]

In which there is a distinct lack of crocodiles

A tuna sandwich, 2 donuts with chocolate icing and a glass of orange juice later, I return, predicting that I'll be drinking my last cup of instant soup before 3 o' clock. I love food. Is it sad that my hobbies are reading, writing, eating, webdesign and walking, in that order?

What is it with slashers and the desire to feed men we find attractive?

Um. Ang? How come you never told me you were born on the exact same day as my brother? [Do youknow what time that was?]

Mol's tape arrived today. Yoj! I now have GAY POOOOOOOOOOOORN! <g>

Praise heaven for the change in weather [i.e. from stupidly warm to nice and cold]; my throat is actually cleared for the first time ina week of coughing. Eesh.

I urgently need to rewrite my about me page(s). And add quotes. And stuff.

WEEEEEE! Steve got 2 GA tix for ER! That means I can go to MSG [with Steve] and to ER [with Nat, Molly and Steve]. Life is good> *shit-eating grin*

Chats with Steve are always littered with :P's and stuff. I think we turn each other into teenyboppers. [Or he's turning me into one at least.]

As of Monday, I shall be responsible for the [everyday] finances here. Oooh. Also for my own ones, cause my pay's been deposited [already!], and I'll be fending for my own now. Man. I'm on my own now, off the deep end. While the depth beneath me scares the fuck outta me, I know I can make it. I know I can swim.

Dammit. Just got the fuck shocked outta me by static electricity. Motherfucker.

Note: Tri is georgeous. Mrowr. [Sorry if I embarrassed you, Tri.]

This day gets better and better. Just got a thank you note from a guy for whom I'd bookded a hotel - which is just part of my job, y'know. Gotta love those Brits. :)

I am amused by this email I got from The Boss Lady [henceforth to be referred to as 'The Boss Lady'] <<Harassment Contact Training and listening skills>> I didn't know there were courses on how to harass people! I think I'll go ... :D

We just has a little birthday celebration for TBL and R. R. is weird [see title bar for proof]. All my coworkers are. I think I'll like it here. :)

I'm smiling a lot today.

I'm also not doing any more actual work for the hour or so I have left before leaving. I'm gonna have soup and wait for Nat to get online. So bite me. I worked hard earlier today.

Wonder if Steve'd let me borrow his digicam for a coupla days. Wanna take some pictures of Breckin sitting on top of my monitor and stuff.

Woa. My Em-n-Fred lust has returned with a vengeance. Some pics:
*sigh*
Tiny, but you can see them being semi-moody at each other. Aw.
[I still want to feed Em cookies. Or maybe have Fred feed him cookies.]

Am having instant soup. Toldja so.

These are amusing. And they're making me think happy Brit/Chris thoughts. I'm just a great big bubble of happy today. *reads on* Uh-oh. Em/Fred/Chris thoughts now. *whimper* *reads on* Um, never mind. She's lusting after Jennifer Lopez now. Oh wow.

The fuck?

I'll shut up now.