I see london, I see france. . .

[digitaldiscipline]

Actually, what I see is an unending stream of spam to the office's Hotmail account proclaiming to be an "exclusive" source for the "bootleg" Hilton pr0n mpeg.

Today, I am the human Palm Pilot. No, not that way, this was an abrupt segue, you pervs.

"What's so-and-so's email address? And what's this guy's? And what's this other dude who I talk to all the time's? Man, I can't remember anything this morning."

The sad thing is, he has two of the three within typing distance, if he'd open up his day planner [Palm Desktop]. That's what I did. And the one that wasn't in there, I just pulled up the same inbox he has and checked the return address.

This bodes both ill and well - I'm gonna get called on to do a lot of stupid shit, but unless he gets sharper soon, he'll probably be amenable to knocking off early.

Comments

[inlaterdays.livejournal.com]

you pervs

you say that like it's a bad thing. ;P

sorry about the work annoyance.

holiday soon!

[timly.livejournal.com]

i wish i could knock off early. but, there's nothing to do at home besides wash laundry and clean house before my brother arrives.

by the way, what is so-and-so's email address. i can never remember it, either...