Thursday, December 3, 2009

My shirt was on backwards all day at work.

I know this because apparently the tag was sticking out THE WHOLE TIME.

Makes me wonder what my boss was thinking the three hours he was chewing me out about that report.


Sunday, December 6, 2009 12:37 PM


Mismatched socks, or... How do you put socks on backwards?

Ha, GR. :) I guess probably that the great injustice I was fighting was my own hunger, because the shirt was removed and the unfortunate backwardness noted shortly after dinner.

AnotherSky: It isn't? News to me.

Sunday, December 6, 2009 8:03 AM


At least your brain isn't in backwards. :)

Glad to see somebody finally posted Eilodon--I'll get around to reading it later this week after the fuss in my life subsides.

And Ma Cobb always said count your blessin's--your shirt wasn't inside out.

Friday, December 4, 2009 1:10 PM


Awesome! There's nothing to do now but embrace it. Yes, my shirt is backwards with the tag sticking up! Yes, sir, it is! It's a metaphor for (insert something here) and I will continue to wear my shirt backwards until (insert something else here)! Fight the Power!

Thursday, December 3, 2009 7:59 PM


Hate it when that happens,socks are the downfall for me,grand when your standing but a no no when your sitting:)

Thursday, December 3, 2009 7:16 PM


I would accept and appreciate any pity after this. In all fairness, I do have to get up at 5AM. I consider it pretty good if I can see straight at that time, let alone dress myself.

Yay! New chapter? Oooh, I should go check your comments on the other ones...

Thursday, December 3, 2009 6:58 PM


Hahaha, oh poor byte! Apparently it didn't make him feel bad enough not to chew you out though.

And I am at some point actually going to send you that story idea of mine. Just have to get a moment to actually get it written down. Been trying to work it out in my head...


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