I can't walk like a duck
2001-10-14 2:55 p.m.
It's Sunday afternoon and I'm at work. I feel like a burglar. I'm sneaking around cubicles stealing files from those underlings that refuse to give them up during working hours. Heh, can't hide from the Auditor. Dramatic music plays.
I'm done with my clandestine auditing but Simon is still in the other building working so I thought I'd write an entry.
Special thanks to HelloNewman and Miranda for answering my British lingo questions, although, I still don't know what a pole cat it. They make references to it in Monty Python if that helps anyone. I will work on rotating those words and phrases into my daily conversations.
I feel so priveleged! I've been accepted into the Humor diary ring! My acceptance letter (check the guestbook) says: "Kung Fu fightin' necrophiliacs are always welcome in the Humour Diaryring!" I guess that's a compliment althought I'm not really a necrophiliac even if Kurt Cobain is my Rock and Roll boyfriend.
Kung Fu on Saturday was fun but wore me out, strange muscles are tightening up today, mostly my back and upper arms which is a nice change! I also discovered I suck at duck walking. Couch down so your butt is touching your heels, now walk across the floor like that, it helps if you bounce a bit. Yeah, I can't do it very well either.
0 People have tried to sell me Viagra