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Sep. 13th, 2002 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempThe important news first: I got a haircut this afternoon and it doesn't look hideous. Well, at least not to me. Other people may disagree, but not to the degree that they would point and laugh on the street. Or at least I hope not.
While on my way to the hairdresser, careening around a sharp curve on the highway at near-unsafe speed in order to make it to the appointment on time, I heard Like I Love You on the radio and, naturally, freaked out. Ain't nobody love that song like I love it, man, and it's really quite embarrassing. I screamed so loudly upon realizing what it was that I had to roll up the window because I got self-conscious about drivers in the lanes next to me hearing me and reporting me to the authorities.
Seriously? It's kind of scary. On the way back to the office, again speeding to make it on time, I heard it and (as is to be expected) freaked out. And then I was all, "I can handle this! I can stop freaking out and be cool and sing along to this song which I do so enjoy!" And I tried, but I ended up screeching "JUSTIN!!" every few words. It was beyond my control, really.
It really is a good thing the lady in the cubicle in front of me switched her radio from Top 40 to Classic Rock because really, the potential for embarrassing public freakouts would just be too great otherwise.
Speaking of embarrassing public freakouts! I'm a jumpy person by nature, I don't know why, I just am. So at work every time someone pops their head in my cubicle to say something to me I tend to jump up out of my seat and, occasionally, gasp "Ohmygoodness." (And yes, I really do say Ohmygoodness. That is Exactly How Cool I Am.) So now they all treat me like a very fragile creature and creep around the edges of my cubicle whispering, "I'm just going to borrow your Directory, don't get scared." And I appreciate the courtesy, really I do, but every time it happens I'm reminded of what a weird, skittish sob I really am. What is wrong with me? I feel like I need to go through some kind of intense training where I sit in a carefully-crafted reconstruction of my cubicle and have people jump out at me shouting things like "I need you to draw up an Answer and Discovery Demands!" and "There are bagels in the conference room!" until I stop flinching.
And from the Pathetic Files: The secretary in front of me has pictures of her dog and her boyfriend in her cubicle. The secretary behind me has pictures of her kids. My immediate reaction? "I wonder if I could smuggle in a small picture of JC to tuck away somewhere..."
And that is all.
While on my way to the hairdresser, careening around a sharp curve on the highway at near-unsafe speed in order to make it to the appointment on time, I heard Like I Love You on the radio and, naturally, freaked out. Ain't nobody love that song like I love it, man, and it's really quite embarrassing. I screamed so loudly upon realizing what it was that I had to roll up the window because I got self-conscious about drivers in the lanes next to me hearing me and reporting me to the authorities.
Seriously? It's kind of scary. On the way back to the office, again speeding to make it on time, I heard it and (as is to be expected) freaked out. And then I was all, "I can handle this! I can stop freaking out and be cool and sing along to this song which I do so enjoy!" And I tried, but I ended up screeching "JUSTIN!!" every few words. It was beyond my control, really.
It really is a good thing the lady in the cubicle in front of me switched her radio from Top 40 to Classic Rock because really, the potential for embarrassing public freakouts would just be too great otherwise.
Speaking of embarrassing public freakouts! I'm a jumpy person by nature, I don't know why, I just am. So at work every time someone pops their head in my cubicle to say something to me I tend to jump up out of my seat and, occasionally, gasp "Ohmygoodness." (And yes, I really do say Ohmygoodness. That is Exactly How Cool I Am.) So now they all treat me like a very fragile creature and creep around the edges of my cubicle whispering, "I'm just going to borrow your Directory, don't get scared." And I appreciate the courtesy, really I do, but every time it happens I'm reminded of what a weird, skittish sob I really am. What is wrong with me? I feel like I need to go through some kind of intense training where I sit in a carefully-crafted reconstruction of my cubicle and have people jump out at me shouting things like "I need you to draw up an Answer and Discovery Demands!" and "There are bagels in the conference room!" until I stop flinching.
And from the Pathetic Files: The secretary in front of me has pictures of her dog and her boyfriend in her cubicle. The secretary behind me has pictures of her kids. My immediate reaction? "I wonder if I could smuggle in a small picture of JC to tuck away somewhere..."
And that is all.
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BOO!
Date: 2002-09-13 03:02 pm (UTC)Can't wait to see your new haircut!