Everyone comes to the Freak Show, to laugh at the Freaks and the Geeks

I just had to tell a woman 3 times in a row, over the space of a minute and a half, that I don't work for Hotmail, I can't ACCESS Hotmail's accounts, and so it's useless to tell me that her Hotmail address when I ask her for her Earthlink address. She just couldn't get it through her head...(*sigh*)

On a good note, I got to talk to ouchouch today, on the phone. A beautiful voice to go with a beautiful woman. Not to be the last time, I hope.

It would be so nice to still be in bed...

I got told today that trying to do my job to the best of my abilities was not correct and should not be done. Yes, that's an oversimplification, but I wanted everyone to know this was a work rant, so they could skip it.

Oh, before I get started...nysidra? Hang in there, I'll be calling back in a little over an hour. Sorry I missed you.

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What Monster Are You?


Mummy

You've been dead for 3000 years, but you are still the life of the party because your monster match is the mummy. Has anyone ever told you that you look sharp in linen, and white is definitely your color? From head to toe, you are the best dressed of the zombie clan. You throw the best parties this side of the Nile, whether you rented out a suite at the Luxor or you're just chilling in your tomb, you know how to unwind and have a good time.

You put the "Rahhh" back in Rock and Roll and forget hip-hop, you're the original wrap artist. But mummies, you may need to get outside more. You could use some sun and that sarcophagus is starting get a little stuffy. Go for a walk (like an Egyptian) or maybe even a jog. It's important to have an outlet so life's details don't bury you alive.

That kicks so much ass....