curbdrop out of grace

knock knock, who's there? your dying libido

so work sucked again today.

here you go chelle:

[phil walks in the door after stressing in a 10 hour straight work day]
mom: "so work was busy today?"
phil: "yes."
mom: "do you still pull and look at reports?"
phil: "yes, that is exactly what i do as a media planner mom."
dad: "i thought you majored in communications."
phil: "communications studies and psychology."
dad: "so you talk all day right? i always thought you were good at communicating."
phil: "dad, i did communications studies, the study of the media. like effects of television and violence. i've told you this about 20 times seriously."
dad: "oh, then what do you do*"
phil: "i'm a media planning."
dad: "so you pull reports and have to report to people right? you present right? well i'm sure your major helped with your communication."
phil: "dad, i'm going to fight you."


*i've been working at the same job for 2 full years and one summer before as an intern and they still don't know what i do.


remember when you didn't like people in a sexual way? those days both sucked and ruled.

some poor asian girl last nite was hitting on me. how do i know? because i told a pretty long and boring and off tangent story (as usual) but this one i tried to not be funny at all, as the girl was asian and i don't do that. so yet, she kept so intent despite my attempts to flee the scene of the crime, like that horse after he fell on chris reeves' legs.

nice try you chinky.

posted by fillshe @ 6:52 PM