Workin' late
So I'm in at work. I have access to a machine that is needed to do a huge build over the weekend. So I came back into work to kick it off. I'm stuck here for a while. I'm cranking the white album. back in the ussr.
First off I took the "Bad Ass Elevator" up from the garage. You get really prime parking places at work at 8:30pm. I get in normally at 6:00am ish and you can pretty much park whereverthefuckyouwant. Dear Prudence
Do you think since I have such a choice I might have put some thought into which one is my favorite? Yes? You're right. I've all but measured it. I really want to be able to bust a move and get the fuck out when the time comes so I like to have a nose out parking configuration. I call it the prime spot. I love it. My lil beetle is sitting in mutherfuckin' prime right now. It's a bit wet from the road, but not much as there was no rain. The beetle is looking pretty dirty and needs to be cleaned.
I did a really dumb thing in there today. After 9:00am Aikido (getting my ass kicked in more than one way. I'm so not ready) I really needed a shower. *needed* a shower so I parked illegally (only in a minor way, I didn't like take a blue disabled spot or anything like that, I just didn't carpool and left it in a carpool spot whilst I showered. No tickets) So I'm sitting in the car. In the mutherfucking car. I haven't opened the door yet and I lost the fucking key. I can't find it. I'm parked in a not so great spot and I can't find my key. I looked and looked. I lifed the seats, moved all my shit til the back looked between the cracks... no luck... no key. Luckily I'm stupid, but prepared. I have a spare key that I keep in the glove box. By the way do you think you could fit a fucking glove in there? No. Do you think you could fit a single tissue or napkin in there? no. If you can't fit either of those then I guess you couldn't fit a pair of ants in there let alone a fucking pair of gloves. Also if your hands are really cold and you want gloves do you want to open that fucking box? no. That's what they make pockets for. I've digressed, honey pie.
I've got the while album cranked. At night there is a different vibe from 6:00am. Although the lights just went out in the hallway. Did it scare the fuck out of me you ask? yes. yes it did. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da...
Step one is done and I'm waiting for it to finish a major copy. This is really boring but at least I have my blog. Why don't We Do It In The Road?
I'm sorry to be boring you with this one. I'm just waiting so I'm calling home... Martha My Dear.
OK guess what? This is taking a long freakin' time. Yer Blues
I'm going to read while it continues... Maybe I'll do an update later.
Long Long Long
First off I took the "Bad Ass Elevator" up from the garage. You get really prime parking places at work at 8:30pm. I get in normally at 6:00am ish and you can pretty much park whereverthefuckyouwant. Dear Prudence
Do you think since I have such a choice I might have put some thought into which one is my favorite? Yes? You're right. I've all but measured it. I really want to be able to bust a move and get the fuck out when the time comes so I like to have a nose out parking configuration. I call it the prime spot. I love it. My lil beetle is sitting in mutherfuckin' prime right now. It's a bit wet from the road, but not much as there was no rain. The beetle is looking pretty dirty and needs to be cleaned.
I did a really dumb thing in there today. After 9:00am Aikido (getting my ass kicked in more than one way. I'm so not ready) I really needed a shower. *needed* a shower so I parked illegally (only in a minor way, I didn't like take a blue disabled spot or anything like that, I just didn't carpool and left it in a carpool spot whilst I showered. No tickets) So I'm sitting in the car. In the mutherfucking car. I haven't opened the door yet and I lost the fucking key. I can't find it. I'm parked in a not so great spot and I can't find my key. I looked and looked. I lifed the seats, moved all my shit til the back looked between the cracks... no luck... no key. Luckily I'm stupid, but prepared. I have a spare key that I keep in the glove box. By the way do you think you could fit a fucking glove in there? No. Do you think you could fit a single tissue or napkin in there? no. If you can't fit either of those then I guess you couldn't fit a pair of ants in there let alone a fucking pair of gloves. Also if your hands are really cold and you want gloves do you want to open that fucking box? no. That's what they make pockets for. I've digressed, honey pie.
I've got the while album cranked. At night there is a different vibe from 6:00am. Although the lights just went out in the hallway. Did it scare the fuck out of me you ask? yes. yes it did. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da...
Step one is done and I'm waiting for it to finish a major copy. This is really boring but at least I have my blog. Why don't We Do It In The Road?
I'm sorry to be boring you with this one. I'm just waiting so I'm calling home... Martha My Dear.
OK guess what? This is taking a long freakin' time. Yer Blues
I'm going to read while it continues... Maybe I'll do an update later.
Long Long Long
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