
I didn't get time to post tonight (I wanted to tell you about that dirty dream I had with the guy from our legal department). After nearly four hours on the phone, I'm talked out and exhausted. I have lots to say that will need to wait until tomorrow.
But it was worth every single minute.
More dudes rule
You know, Helena, as a blogger, you're not supposed to have so much of a life -- drinking, partying, phoning, writing poetry, dreaming about men. Your job is to sit that nice tush of yours down by the computer and write blog posts that amuse and titillate us. This next post better be a whoozy or... or... well, you'll see!
Posted by: Neil on August 24, 2005 03:46 AMOooh! A dirty dream... bring it on!
(btw Neil is pretty funny!)
Posted by: Rarity on August 24, 2005 04:43 AMOooh! I'm going to be checking back here HOURLY now. Maybe even...
...minute-ly.
Posted by: AJ on August 24, 2005 09:21 AMJoin the club, AJ. This is becoming the feel good hit of the summer.
Posted by: bill on August 24, 2005 10:06 AMNeil, I hope the next post is sufficient enough to spare me this ambiguous, yet ominous fate. :P
We shall see if it lives up to your collective expectations!
And as far as it being the feel-good hit, Bill, give me another three weeks and let's see where things stand. Ha!
Posted by: Helena on August 24, 2005 05:24 PMIt's been three weeks (give or take)...
Posted by: bill on September 23, 2005 08:11 AMSee? Like I told you. Right back to Dudes Suck.
I wonder if it's really just that my expectations are too high.
Posted by: Helena on September 23, 2005 09:38 AM
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