This morning we had quite a scare with Miss Beebles. Seems as if this "Private Beebles" nonsense has really gone to her head. She ran outside this morning as if she were on commando. She's getting a little big for her britches. She asked this morning if she could start a fotolog as well. We'll see about that!
Julia - 9:53 AM
Friday, May 09, 2003
Steve has decided that he is going to teach Ms. Beebles (who has her own blog, btw *) how to say "water", seeing as how much she loves it. When you open the fridge and say "water?" to her, she meows in a long drawn out way, that sounds eerily close to the word water.
Steve thinks he could quite possibly be the Annie Sullivan to Ms. Beebles' Helen Keller.
*miss beebles' site
Julia - 12:09 PM
Have you been thinking of dosing lately? Do you need to clear your head and think of what is truly your path? Are you angry that the government won't let you take a hit? This guy is angry
Julia - 12:03 PM
A good portion of this morning was spent in a monthly staff meeting. Everyone was gathered in conference room D, wiggling their feet as soon as five minutes went by. We were treated to what our (insert 3 letter title indicating hierarchical position) liked to call a "fireside chat". Whatever. It's top secret and it can't and won't slip through these lips, I'll say that much. What I did want to do, was to slide off my chair, very nonchalant, and slip right onto the carpeted conference room floor, supine under the large blond wood table, and play dead. When it came time to ask questions, don't you know SD asked two. What the fuck's wrong with you people?! Never, but never, ask questions! It adds like, ten minutes to the meeting. Is that productive? NO.
You could see my new pics on my new fotologspot at bunnyhills photos
I will also put a link at the bottom of the robot on his right leg cuff for future uploads...
Julia - 11:21 AM
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Oh, man, my boss, my real boss, just came up, popped over my wall and there he was and there I was snickering to myself about the little things I'm writing. I held it together okay. Thing is, I've been working on this huge asswipe of a project, a big fat excel document of stupidity, and I've been avoiding giving him an update on it. I very obviously was not working, and had to, again, very obviously click on the document so it would cover up said philandery. (A word?) The sad thing is, is that I don't care! And the even sadder thing is, is that he really truly hates his job too.
Julia - 4:49 PM
Okay, RR is losing his shit. Just go home, I say, leave for the day. At 11, you said you were leaving early for the day. Well go and do it for christmas sakes.
It's rainy as a piehole out there.
Julia - 4:43 PM
I am wasting time with this shit. I guess that's the point.
I discussed this with Andrew, and he said he's reached the end of the internet.
I agree, I've hit the wall. I guess I'm going to have to start thinking for myself or something.
Julia - 12:20 PM
I like Campzine as it can be quite amusing.
Read about Bob. He's funny.
Julia - 11:07 AM
Jibbling through my corpuscles.
Shakey hands a-cribble,
hovering over the letters like a jerked off hummingbird.
Whyforsothouarteverso?
Could life be any more forsaken?
or could this be a celebration...
Julia - 10:03 AM
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
I am recording the path of my corporate demise. I have got to get the fug out of her.
mother fucker.
Julia - 5:30 PM
Then flipping PR standing at RR's cube, blathering on and on about how healthy his diet is, exactly what he eats, and how you can cook salmon in a dishwasher for frig's sake.
That prick doen't even flush the toilet when he poops.
Julia - 5:13 PM
Things I can hear from my cubicle:
Richard making plans to go out.
Marketing department blabbing, as always, blah blah fucking blah...
Someone at the screening station toggle-ing their motherfucking finger off.
This girl I dislike yapping on her cell.
Scott asking me for another bloody fed ex thing. I gave him a stack a month ago, for chrissakes.
(plus, he asks RR for a goddamn stamp every other day, what a mooch.)
I hear sports casting.
The bleat of our Flexicom phone system.
Someone pounding the candy machine in the lunch room because it only takes exact change, and if you put in a dollar it wont give you change and sometimes it won't even give you your snack. I steer clear of that shit, man.
Julia - 4:44 PM
Boogie bogey windfall
ferrous crip shaw
ring a dingle doo
Where the hell is Eric Van Valen,
the station is taken by Evelyn Chan
Did they fire him from the Carroll stop station
or has he moved up, that insatiable man?
Whither thou goest, station manager?
Julia - 9:50 AM
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
A poemro from bb to bb-
you were over at Diana's
with a dog inside
and a bathtub in the kitchen.
in a city place
with bare brick walls.
on a shelf was a
cameo photo
of youzzle in a poofro hat
with a whistle in your lips
and your eyes open wide
to the white all around you.
enchanted, timeless, silliness.
you were over at Diana's
and I was with a cat inside.
with bottle curtains in the kitchen.
down through the door
came a bobo
in drizzlo in a poofro hat
with a waggle in your hips
and your eyes sparkewling
to me all around you
enchanted, timeless, happiness.
You've never led me anywhere astray; only to the places I didn't have the courage to go to by myself.
Julia - 3:07 PM
Fra Lippo Lippy:
Oh, this reminds me of the poem of the potato and the grub.
to be young and fair, and de-loused, that is a virtuous life.
Julia - 2:52 PM
T minus 60? or is it 50...Never mind we don't matter any more any way. Reading on the subway this morning and I thought: how much more of this can I endure? Any more at all?? Perhaps if I had a wig on I would feel better. But I left them at home, in an old hothouse pepper box, in the closet, on the middle shelf.
What was I thinking??
Julia - 2:41 PM
