Thursday, April 28, 2005

Days of Future Present
(Flock of Seagulls - I Ran)

I think in order to be happy – in order to deal with the future in a correct and positive manner – one shouldn’t go around thinking life isn’t as good as it used to be. Life must be better now than it ever was before, and life is only going to become better and better in the future -- Tyler

And life is better than it has been in the past. I’ve traded a lot of cans of sorrow for a few bags of cheer and beer.
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Sonia and I have this little game we play. We take turns poking each other in the stomach to find each other’s belly buttons. The first one to find it gets to flick the other person’s forehead with their finger. If you ever see us with red foreheads, we’ve been playing the game.

Belly buttons are odd things, aren’t they? They come in all sorts of sizes, shapes and colours. They can be high or low on your stomach. They can be innies or outties; lint-filled or lint-free. We all have them though. They’re remnants of that single point of connection between you and your mother. It’s a reminder that someone put their life on hold for 9 months, just so you could realize your own dreams.

Mother’s day is coming up, flick your mom on the forehead.
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So I walk into work and two of my coworkers who sit next to each other, are both wearing bright orange shirts. I quickly suggest that I should sit in between them with my white shirt so that we could form a human creamsicle. I get a small sarcastic chuckle from the both of them.

My office is getting a face lift next week. We’re doing renovations to tear down walls and reorganize so that we can fit more people into the building. My new cubicle will be outside my boss’ office. Apparently, his wall will be torn down and replaced with a glass wall so that it looks less cramped. I think it’s just so he can keep an eye on me. I’ll take some new pictures of my cubicle when it’s finished.
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Please welcome my good friend Vi to the blogging world. She needs massive psychotherapy but she’s good people (I learned this from the school of rap) and good people are hard to come by.
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Last night I dreamt Tom Sellick was my dad and he was walking around in my dream showing everyone his circumcision scars. Every time he whipped it out, the theme song for Magnum PI would start up. I might be the one that needs psychotherapy soon.

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