i'm a little disgusted with the fact that I just ate a cheeseburger.
first off, it was from the Wells Fargo vending machine.
number 2, it was a CHEESEBURGER (blaaaachhh) which is on the list of things I never eat.
and D, well, the cow was probably decomposing before they decided to haul him away and chop him up into not-so-tasty treats.
"why then, Kara, did you eat this blasted cheeseburger?" you're asking...(I know you are...)
well because some office-a$$ decided it was necessary to STEAL my chicken parmesan from Baratta's that I put in the refrigerator, the same refrigerator that everyone puts their food in with signs all over saying "don't take food that doesn't belong to you" and it could very possibly be that this chicken thief can't read because you don't need much more experience than a trained monkey to do half the processes at my corporate american occupation, but STILL, they KNEW it wasn't thier chicken parmesan. i mean come on, my taste buds were so looking forward to a delicious lunch. now I will probably get food poisoning or mad cow disease or hurrendous flatuation or some other such thing. but security just installed these 30th century cameras so I'm going to catch the culprit. i'm also going to catch the person on the other side of the cubicle that I KNOW hides a vibrator in their pants and hopes everyone shrugs off the noise as a cell phone... one day i'm going to walk by when it's vibrating and say "aren't you going to answer that?" "what kind of phone do you have?" "can I see it?" oh heads WILL turn.
so on another note I was laying in bed this morning and I hear my roomate in the living room saying in a high-pitched gaspy sort of breath, "you're so naughty kitty. my GOD, you're naughty, such a naughty kitty." so I'm thinking "WTF" and i get out of bed and come see what the heck she's doing to one of the cats. She's brushing Mr. K. "OHHHH, knotty" I sighed in relief and flopped back onto my bed. Whew. that was pretty freakin' funny though. she was laughing for a good five after that. I love Mr. K. He's so CUTE, he's my furocious lion. He's going to the kitty doctor Saturday morning because he's all sneezy. I realize that if the neighbors can hear half of our late night/early morning adventures they have probably come to terms with the fact we're a little crazy. I thought maybe Jez and I are a little strange and imaginative at times but then I just snapped out of denial and accepted it: we're nuts. that level we share and connect so well on sits perfectly on the line called "psychosis". but I'm okay with this. so this weekend is Alan's birthday party on Saturday night then sunday is my work director's band's concert at the house of bricks...Friday night is chilling at the "Cryab". so it should be a good weekend which I'm ready for right about NOW. i should get back to work. until next time children.
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