Congratulations, xanga. You've officially annoyed me enough to follow my surrogate older brother's lead and move my blog on over to blogspot.com. Which, in the 5 minutes I've been playing around with it since creating my new blog, already seems more user-friendly.
I finally got around to going online with my PS3 and registering for a Playstation Network account. It only took me...oh, six months. So for all my PS3-owning friends, my online ID is LittleKupo and my avatar is an adorable little cartoon guy (or girl, I can't tell which) who inexplicably sports a strawberry for a hat. Since I don't know anybody's ID nor do I know how to send friend requests, could people please be my friend so that I don't have to see the very sad sentence "You have no friends" appear next to my cute little strawberry buddy's face anymore? Thanks.
Thursday, 20 November 2008
I might have told my program manager to bite me today (he deserved it, I swear). I'm pretty sure the only reason I can say the things I do at work is because I'm tiny and female. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Thursday, 06 November 2008
For those of you who don't have a facebook account and are curious what I ended up dressing as for Halloween (so, like, all...one of you), my costume was Posh Spice. And yes, it was a group costume, so at least I didn't look ridiculous all by myself. And according to Kelly, I looked like a "hot drag queen"...which I think is a good thing?
And now that I find myself the proud owner of a short black wig, I think this means I have to dress up as Mia Wallace for Halloween next year. Which means I'm now taking applications for my Vincent Vega. The job qualifications are simply to look good in a suit and buy me $5 milkshakes.
It's official. I apparently have a sign on my back that says 'Please find me a boyfriend'. I'm fairly sure my coworkers are going to make a plentyoffish.com account for me. I can just picture it now...
"Tiny, occasionally feisty 24 year-old female engineer seeks a boyfriend. Likes: crossword puzzles, correcting everyone's grammar, pointing out that you are a stupid git and that she is right, baking us carrot cake when she is a good mood. Dislikes: being cold, sitting properly at her desk with her feet flat on the floor, having wads of paper thrown through/at her hoop earrings, being told to wash our coffee mugs for us because she is the woman of the group."
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