It�s my second day back from vacation, and all is�well�
Okay, I�m not trying to be a complainer, but I seem to be coming down with something, and I can�t say for certain that it isn�t the SARS. I mean, it probably isn�t, but I can�t really say that with any certainty. I�ve got this sore throat, and I just know that any day now I�m going to start sprouting bubos and coughing up blood or whatever. Except I don�t think that happens with SARS. Well, no matter; whatever it is, it�ll happen.
Other than that, things are pretty decent. It was inquired of me to explain why Cute Receptionist had his shirt off at work, and so I will elaborate. Last Wednesday, this dude showed up at the office with some 300+ cartons of paper to deliver from a client of ours, and Sophie was supposed to sign for it all. Only Sophie was in a meeting and �couldn�t be disturbed�. Ironically, she was having a phone conference with the very client who had cleared out an acre of precious rain forest so you all could get some more junk mail.
Anyway, the long and short of it is that we had absolutely zero space in our storage room for all the new shit, and we had to send it back to the�wherever it is shipping companies keep stuff until they deliver it. Ergo, Sophie issued an edict that the storage room should be organized and enough space made to accommodate Plot 434-X of the rain forest. This job ended up falling to Cute Receptionist, who decided he couldn�t do the heavy labor while wearing his constricting shirt, and then proceeded to walk around in front of me, muscles a-rippling. I mean, it isn�t like he was traipsing about in the altogether (damn it), he had a teensy wife-beater on, but it was still quite a jolt to my system. It�s like when you�ve sworn off sweets, and then the next day someone plunks a huge chocolate cake down right in front of you. Fuck you, chocolate cake.
Perhaps I�m oversexed, or something. I mean, even my mail is starting to get cheeky with me. Somehow, I ended up on this naughty mailing list (don�t give me that look -- I�m pure as the driven snow, and this was obviously an egregious clerical error), and they�ve been sending me stuff in the most brazen and shameless envelopes I�ve ever seen! The truth is, I really don�t know how I ended up getting these. It all started with offers of discount subscriptions to mags like Out and The Advocate, so I�m assuming I purchased something �gay� with my credit card, but then it escalated into these freaky porn things in these bright, red envelopes that say stuff like �BEEF INSIDE!!!� and have pictures of sultry men with impossibly high cheekbones giving me the most shocking looks. Next thing you know, they�re going to send me a box shaped like a big dildo with the words �FOR THE BIG, GAY SEX FREAK NAMED DR. NO, WHO LIKES TO SLEEP WITH MEN AND MIGHT LIKE TO BUY DIRTY SEX MAGAZINES THROUGH THE MAIL TO ENHANCE HIS SEX LIFE (WITH MEN, DON�T FORGET) AND IS A GREAT BIG PERV, AND PROBABLY NEEDS AN INTERVENTION� and next to that will be my school picture from the 10th grade. And of course it will be delivered to my landlord by mistake.
All I know is that now I�m going to have to try and get myself on a bunch of Amish or philanthropic mailing lists, just so the mailman doesn�t think I�m a big sex fiend. I�ll bet he and his friends get a great big chuckle out of it, though.
Someone Got Here By Searching For: fruit scented potpurri And: �freddy vs jason� +spoiler +winner I�m Watching: Nothing. I�m going to bed! I�m Reading: Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, and so far I love it.