Kept Notes
I have a secret. If I find music that I like or if something funny happens during the day, I write it down on a small piece of paper and put it in my pocket. When I get home, I either blog it or throw it on my desk. Because the note taking is ultimately time-critical, this habit has left me with a whole pile of cryptic notes on my desk, some of which I haven’t the foggiest idea what they might mean.

One of which: “edit stages 4.99 dinner break-dancing,” I find almost as confusing as: “angry dog paper 100 ways to piss off your pet.”

Lost Notes
I wrote what I thought was a pretty nice post before this one until blogger decided to take a crap during the post sending it somewhere near the end of the internet. The internet can now officially bite me.

Vulgar Jon I
Boss to Jon: Ok, let’s do this. Pretend I’m an auditor…
[Jon gives boss the finger]
Boss: Nice one.

Vulgar Jon II
For some reason, right before I was going to leave today I started singing the theme to the Micky Mouse Club. Normally it would go: M… I… C… See you real soon! Given the frustration levels of the last few days, it went something like M… I… C… [stops] Screw this fuckin’ crap.

Once the laughter subsided I apologized to everyone for letting my brain get the best of my mouth.

Posted in Anger, Misc.