Dear Diary,

I just want you know that I can be played like a fiddle.

But enough of that. Oh PLEASE enough of that. I had a refreshing chat with Leah.

And as you most likely noticed, I updated the page layout. But I figure that’s pretty obvious.

Today has been a day spent in a sleepy haze.

I do better work when I come in late. I don’t sleep in my cube, for one.

Blah blah blah. I’m going to intentionally avoid talking about what’s on my mind, because it’s bo-ring. No one wants to read it.

So instead I’ll talk about oompa-loompas.

Phillip and I at work decided that this company is not populated by Rhesus Monkeys, no no no, it’s Ooompa Looompas.

In fact, the description of our job that we decided on is:

“Like being duct taped to a chair and being beaten repeatedly about the head, face, and shoulders with pillows by tripping Ooompa Loompas. It doesn’t hurt, you just get numb after a while.”

It doesn’t get any better than that, folks.

Connect tha dots. La la la. I’m losing my mind.

Ooompa Loompa Doompaty Doo….

By the way, Super Fast Kel, I’m following your orders!

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: “Life is gonna suck when you grow up, when you grow up, yeah life is gonna suck when you grow up, it sucks pretty bad right now!”

– Dennis Leary