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Dec. 6th, 2005 09:38 pmFucking internet! I'd just typed up a whole entry, and was about to post it when the web page just disappeared! No error message, no nothing, it just went away. Creepy.
So now I'll type an abridged version of what I had:
Work was lame, got some OT though, not a bad day, just no good stories. After work, went out with Gina, went to Grand to show her the couch, and when we pulled in the parking lot, she turned to me and said, excitedly, "Let's go sit on the couches and fart and see how they do!" I'm not exactly sure what results we were looking for, but it seemed like a good idea to me, so that's what we did. Apparently, Gina had been saving up for this little experiment. Hehe. That's what you get for having a bunch of pushy commission whoring employees! Man, we're a great duo. Mind you, Gina is old enough to be my mother, but she's just a great pal. She was concerned that the salespeople at Grand thought we were a couple. Eh. I could do worse.
Then I went on to talk about this dream I had the other night. ( Look out for number one )
So that's the gist of the mysteriously-vanishing journal entry. I want to apologize now to Kerry, who reads my lj on his pda, where lj cuts don't work, and therefore was led without warning into the very long discussion of bodily fluids. And this wasn't the first time that's happened, either. So thanks for being a true friend, Kerry, and sticking with me even though you've read way too much.
Peace.
So now I'll type an abridged version of what I had:
Work was lame, got some OT though, not a bad day, just no good stories. After work, went out with Gina, went to Grand to show her the couch, and when we pulled in the parking lot, she turned to me and said, excitedly, "Let's go sit on the couches and fart and see how they do!" I'm not exactly sure what results we were looking for, but it seemed like a good idea to me, so that's what we did. Apparently, Gina had been saving up for this little experiment. Hehe. That's what you get for having a bunch of pushy commission whoring employees! Man, we're a great duo. Mind you, Gina is old enough to be my mother, but she's just a great pal. She was concerned that the salespeople at Grand thought we were a couple. Eh. I could do worse.
Then I went on to talk about this dream I had the other night. ( Look out for number one )
So that's the gist of the mysteriously-vanishing journal entry. I want to apologize now to Kerry, who reads my lj on his pda, where lj cuts don't work, and therefore was led without warning into the very long discussion of bodily fluids. And this wasn't the first time that's happened, either. So thanks for being a true friend, Kerry, and sticking with me even though you've read way too much.
Peace.
