Nothing Works
My cellphone won't ring.
My computer stalls.
My heater is cold.
My email won't load.
My clock is slow.
And blogger won't take my pictures.
But my outfit... now that's one thing that does work.
And really, what else matters?
My computer stalls.
My heater is cold.
My email won't load.
My clock is slow.
And blogger won't take my pictures.
But my outfit... now that's one thing that does work.
And really, what else matters?
Labels: fashion, journal, technology, whining, work
17 Comments:
//But my outfit... now that's one thing that does work.//
Since Blogger won't take your pictures, we'll take your word for it. You look fabulous!
Thanks, Bench. You're the best!
Marie, sky-blue cross front sweater and black pants. Proar!
Cross front sweater? Speak English..
My money says Marie understood that perfectly. : )
//Thanks, Bench.//
I love it when you call me that.
// My money says Marie understood that perfectly.//
I'm pretty sure I know what it means too. Should I be worried?
No, but you should be married.
so who decides whether the outfit 'works' or no...
Well, if blogger were participatory I would let you be the judge. But for now I guess we just go with the ten or twelve complimenting people in the halls. Ten or twelve compliments can't be wrong!
Grrr. Alright, let me rephrase..
Cross front sweater? Speak Man English for the non-female oriented clothing intellectuals.
//Speak Man English//
I look hot, dag. That's what I mean.
The only reason I even bring up how I look is because I am secretly having a shitty day. It's true. And making flippant remarks about how I look always makes me feel better.
*sigh*
I need a bromide.
Oh and it's cute when you write "Grrr." in the comments because it looks like Brutus is growling. : )
Well, you look hot with a blue apron on, so that still has not got me any further along in understanding the particulars of a cross front sweater.
Come one [dag], use your Google.
(note: that wasn't a sweater, but I figure you'd get the basic concept)
I appreciate the effort W, but with all the hype this has grown beyond mere Google proportions. I think k owes her loyal subjects a picture.
//No, but you should be married.//
Ah, that's OK, then.
Sheesh, send the man a picture already, so he can quit stinkying up the blog ;)
And yes, she's all that. I told her at the store that the sweater was a traffic stopper; should've bought all three colors, K.
//But my outfit... now that's one thing that does work.//
//ten or twelve complimenting people in the halls//
//And yes, she's all that. I told her at the store that the sweater was a traffic stopper//
OK now, someone please post a picture before Dag's brain explodes.
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