A Day In
Today's little bit of nowhere has seen its share of perplexing things: from invading, furry Shih-tzu puppies who hogged my entire side of the bed, to all of us in the store being wholly amazed that in the middle of summer, our Head Office sent us mittens and scarves ; from Mel opening up the mail and discovering that Immigration Canada has indeed approved me for Mel's sponsorship (meaning she gets to stay here in Canada, and all that's left is the last and longest wait to hear for her final 'landed' status being approved so she can legally work here), to shaved Shih-tzu puppies who now look a little like funny, oversized rats and are still hogging my entire side of the couch; from an unexpected panzerotti dinner that saw Mel stealing most of my panzerotti's innards (well, the bacony parts at any rate) to an impromptu drive around the city where I somehow defied all logic and not once managed to get us lost...though I did manage to randomly have us to turn left at the only intersection that led us into a car dealership's parking lot rather than an actual street.
In other news, I see that the World Weekly News is reporting that (shock!) over half of the U.S.'s prostitutes are actually space aliens (double shock!). Which does beg the question: just how did they collect and compare all this information? Did their intrepid journalists take it upon themselves and, ready & willing to bear the burden of truth, do extensive field research with each suspected alien? I'm just scratching my head over trying to figure out how exactly one knows that the person giving them a blowjob (one word, remember!) is an alien; is their technique that different from ours?
Those of who feel the rising urge to make smartass remarks about how specifically an alien blowjob differs from a human blowjob should be advised to take their observations to Letters To Penthouse instead on my inbox...
"Joy!" of the Day: we're that much closer to Mel being totally accepted in Canada as a resident!
"Gyaaaa" of the Day: just where the hell is Head Office expecting us to put the 50-odd boxes of shipment we received today, now that our stockroom is overflowing from the combined 150 boxes we've received in total from Monday to Wednesday? I half expect to file an incident report in the near future, detailing how one of my co-workers got buried alive beneath a pile of boxes or backpacks.
Ominous Thought of the Day: given all the problems faced by Athens for the 2004 summer Olympics, should we be worried that the games officially begin on Friday the 13th?
posted by Phillip at 4:32 PM
