December 2008
26 posts
“I’m not happy playing with him. I’m happy playing with myself…”
– Duane reveals his disgust for teamwork… and we all laugh because we have the mentality of a 12 year old.
Kelley's special cruise...
Me: I googled uss fantasy, and all I get is star trek
Me: are you sure it's not a space cruise?
Me: a gay space cruise?
Me: boldly going where no man has gone before?
Dork
Me: Im a huge whale penis
Me: (dork)
Markus: lol
Markus: my advisor had 1 of those in his office
Me: a whale penis?
Markus: yep
“I’m finding the words; You’re getting away….”
– “I’m Ready”- Jack’s Mannequin
Airports was a song I found myself listening to on...
Age
Grad School does not make you an adult. Legally, 22, I am an adult. However, age is such a subjective concept. While finishing my final paper of the semester I ran across an interesting point. The author suggested that we start “… emphasizing psychological, social, and functional age over chronological” age. I agree. Completely. I feel that I lack any of those qualities to...
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These are the conversations I actually have over...
Tommy V: HR meeting
Tommy V: woo
Tommy V: without twitter. my life would be just as empty and meaningless as it was... before... I had twitter.
Me: yea. thanks twitter!
Tommy V: ZOMG Twitter is over capacity. let me log in dangit
Me: haha
Tommy V: panics THIS PLACE IS A PRISON
Tommy V: If I was a bigger nerd, I would buy this http://www.jinx.com/men/shirts/video_games/chown_r_us_base.html
Me: haahhahahahaha
Me: incredible
Tommy V: CHANGE OWNERSHIP
Tommy V: haha oh my
Me: quit being such a dork
Tommy V: your face okay
Tommy V: That's my response. It's very mature.
Behold... This is what I do at work. (I'm Tommy V. Mike is ME. Sort of a Being John Malcavic situation)
WatchWonder-Twin Powers ACTIVATE!
Japanese
My mom just emailed me:
Hokai papason…..arregotto….sushi.
——
LOL, best email ever.
Leggo my Eggo
The best thing about Eggo Muffin Tops… is that they will most likely give you a muffin top.
I guess it is true… You are what you eat.
Cellular phone
I hate that I’m avoiding my phone. That skeleton in my pocket… six inches from my heart.
Too scared to face your voice, on the other end of my receiver.
