samedi, janvier 07, 2006 Today, Julie-Ann called me up on the phone, pretending to be someone from the "XXX Arts Centre", calling regarding a "clock in the toilet". Already ticked off with XXX institution for not taking my name off their staff lists, I started being mean to him, asking him "What was your question? You didn't ask a question, you just said 'clock in the toilet', but you don't have a question. Formulate a question (you utter moron who obviously have no command of the english language)."In all the time I was wracking my brain for a clock in the toilet ('Did they stupidly install one on every level ever since I left? What spazzes!' I was thinking), the boy was SNIGGERING away behind his stupid CARDBOARD CUBICLE along Upper Thomson Road. Julie-Ann is the ONLY one I know who dares to prank me. Thank you - I really do appreciate it. But you owe me a drink the next time our class meets. And TELL ME EARLIER, NOT HOURS BEFORE DINNER (you morons.) Oh, he also asked "Why your blog recently so cryptic one hah?" This what- I- had- for- lunch- today (wihflt) post is for him. [A Mundane Post For Julie-Ann] |
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