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Today, I find myself at the beginning of the first cold that I’ve had in a long time. It has somehow tuned my voice down to an octave typically reserved for Ton-Loc or Mr. Barry White. I can’t seem to say anything without sounding inadvertantly sultry enough that my sentences seem incomplete without “baby” tacked onto the end. Of course I resist this temptation because I’ve read the corporate policy, and I really don’t think that I’m smooth enough to explain to HR just why people keep screaming and throwing their bras at me.
If I could only capitalize on this in print.
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October 26th, 2005 at 9:50 am
I’m always kind of sad when my colds go away and I’m back to my normal voice. I always thought I sounded super sexy with a cold, or like a heavy smoker, but a super sexy heavy smoker. Without all the smell and the lines and the yellowed fingers.
October 28th, 2005 at 1:10 pm
HR? Human Rights from Bad Brains? (I know so don’t reply)