onestringofwords

This is one of those entries where I force myself to type and I won't allow myself to stop I just have to keep on typing and never think about stopping so that whatever enters my brain just gets put down for the entire world to see almost without a single filter I decided today that IT really is a bunch of bullying prima donnas so I have to rethink how I'm going to deal with them Note to self: be tactile in other news I moved my desk over to IT today dealing with that crowd is extremely different to dealing with anyone else salesmen are easy, clients are a snap, everyone else is cake compared to that lot I will be thinking about this one more in the weeks to come today it was negative 20 degrees when I woke up and the windchill was probably something like negative 45 when I left for work this morning as it turns out the chocolate covered cream filled donut I picked up at D's more than took my mind off the frigidity lunch with P & S put me in to a delightfully glorious sushi coma if ever sushi is your thing and you find yourself in minneapolis you may want to consider martini blue it has its time and place and today hit the ever elusive sushi-spot tonight I got home to a couple of cd's I ordered in the mail these include karsh kale delta goodrem talvin singh and ani difranco I have a few more on order but those will most likely arrive early next week I'm listening to haunted by poe right now ironically one of the cds I didn't just buy thinking that I am haunted and that tunes carry their own weight in my ears I can be randomly stringing words together and there's the music right at my disposal I'm also thinking how random my thoughts are completely unrelated words that jump from one topic to the next almost as quickly as some of my ex-boyfriends were holy crap where did that come from but since I can't stop typing to find out I'll have to go back to track that one down later tonight my roommate is battling in a breakdancing thing at taboo for the oldies amongst my reading crowd this joint used to be called South Beach Keira remembers South Beach with me hee hee hee actually there's a fairly good chance she doesn't remember most of her time there so anyway to try to stay on track for once my roommate is breakdancing tonight at Taboo I am currently sitting in my room with my headphones on listening to a little tune called "Home" by Karsh Kale and hearing a loud thump bump and flop every 60 seconds or so I can only assume she's not landing on her head but attempting some sort of funky trick and hopefully not putting holes in the walls in the meantime I'm going to publically harass her to start bringing her digital camera so others can take photos of her dancing which I will promptly post and she will use to promptly point out that she's probably making faces in them however I think she's lovely ok so I'm starting to get a little tired of this stringing words together thing and will consider stopping just as soon as... I... find... the... exit... key