But, at this moment, if I could care less, I'd win a Gold medal in the "I Couldn't Give a Shit" category.
I'm finding it increasingly difficult in coming up with Chris-worthy sentences, let alone whole blog posts. I blame work. It hasn't reached Stressdom level, yet, but if I don't manage my day-to-day work schedule now, I'll be—to put it mildly—righteously fucked.
And I thought life, for me, was going pretty well. I even bought meself some Hugo Boss cologne, too.
Fate/Karma/Whatever, you're a spoilsport.
This is Chris, signing off.
PS: Happy Thaipusam to all. Don’t throw coconut husks indiscriminately, yes.
4 comments:
I believe the term is "dooced". And things didn't work out too badly for her.
You're using my word! Unless you didn't know and made it up yourself, also. But I'm just going to assume I've made it big. Like Dooce.
It's cool to see the word "dooced" is common on the 'net now! But yes, I agree with the previous commenter!
Good luck with work! Should I start waving them "Team Chris!" flags again?!
Btw, check your whackinc email account. Me gots a surprise.
Not that type of surprise.
HUH?!
Yeah, just check it. =)
Take care!
I've got the blogging blah blues, Chris!
Just checking in to see how you're doing.
Lia: I'm going to pretend I've never heard that word of yours. Aren't I good, or what?
Maria: It's all done. :) Pleasant surprise, really.
Lady Elastic: I've missed you loads! Come back!
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