ye olde crapfest

morning, all. i just realized that the car i make fun of every day, the mercury something-or-other with the wal-mart rims and the HUS-LRZ license plate, really belongs to bob, the seminary attending, father of two white-as-can-be dude who rents out one of our offices. that's funny to me.

i got this idea this morning to start a karla blog. dedicated solely to the escapades of lu-lu the world's most nerve-destroying co-worker. it would take some serious attention to detail, but it could be done. i'd want to keep track of her arrival time everyday, that's comedy in itself...and many of our conversations would need to be recorded for transcription purposes. paraphrasing just doesn't get all of the nuances sometimes, you know? and there could be an "ILLNESS OF THE DAY" report, a "LAME EXCUSE OF THE DAY" column, and updates on "THE LATEST GUY TO AVOID MY LATENIGHT EIGHTH GRADE CHATFEST PHONE CALLS." what a great idea. if only i had a team of dedicated lackeys to help me, and if only all of you knew this woman so you could fully understand my plight.

but alas, it's just another thing that i prolly won't do. just like the miniature donkey rescue service, the ice-cream delivery store and finally achieving full-on @n@l p3n3tr@tion. though, we're working hard at that one, so maybe someday.

fuck i'm bored. somebody do something, quick!