GPG is a Moron
I sat at my desk photoshopping for about 4 hours. With frozen fingertips. It's in the 40s outside and that's fucking arctic where I live.
I was wrapped in sweats, but my fingers wouldn't warm up. I alternated between sitting on them and blowing warm air on them so I could keep working.
Then I remembered that I have central heating.
4 hours. Suffering. Like a retard.
A little later I went to make a phone call. I picked up the television remote and started dialing before I realized what I was doing.
And sometimes I pick up my cellphone and listen for a dial tone.
Me = idiot.
If you know me personally, this is not news to you. Now the rest of you know my dirty little secret too.
8 comments:
The 40's is balmy where I live.
I do the same thing with my phone. I need one of those old-school fashioned phones with a rotary dial and the separate horn-thing you talk into. I think it'd be cool if they made cell phones like that now.
J, that would be a little inconvenient, don't you think? Try keeping one of those phones in your pants pocket...
HA HA HA! I point. And I laugh. But only because I love you... And because I spend so many hours at work that I answer my personal phone "Hello, this is Christine." My friends are like, uh, you need to get out of the office more.
Haha... that makes me feel a bit less absent-minded.
i am *always* picking up the cell waiting for the dial tone. and it's been so long since i've had a land line you'd think i would remember at this point....
Hee hee, you dear silly frozen girl. I thought it was just me who did things like that.
heehee, because I know you so well this is so much funnier, because I can see the whole thing in my head, and yes I am pointing and laughing at you too!
looking forward to Sunday brunch!!!!!!!!!!!
:D
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