|I've crossed some kind of line...everything's funny now
||[May. 6th, 2009|01:51 pm]
My plan to drink my weight in cider last night (yeah, it WAS that kind of a day) floundered on the rocks of filling up on dinner...and then getting tired. |
But I crossed some kind of emotional wringer rubicon, because now I'm finding everything humorous.
Spam today is killing me:
Does your bedroom no longer smell like passion?
Really. Am I the only one who really doesn't want that smell to linger? Wouldn't it be creepy to come home from work and have your room smell like passion?
Wear your swimming trunks like a crown!
Oh, pictures, please!
And at a meeting, when my boss was struggling to find the "n" word that belongs after "arch", as in arch nemesis, our whole team chimed in to help him. They all contributed "nemesis" and I contributed "nematode" and we all agreed that arch-nematode was what we probably wanted.
When I do a graphic novel, my hero will have an arch-nematode. Totally.