buttons

are usually pretty stable on my pants, but i guess i have worn this pair way too much. plus, factor in trying to change clothes around the octopus and you've got a button bouncing around on the bathroom floor. i'd be concerned that this happened at work, (the button falling off part - not the changing clothes/octopus part - although my career could change during my job hunt) but this pair is zip up with two buttons at the top, so i am good. i'm sure that i'll even continue to wear them. little big man was just going on and on to a customer about how hard it is to get answers from japanese companies and that they don't work with demands and if you push them too hard they will just stop giving you answers. he continued to talk about this subject to get her to loosen up on us. then she responded with: i have a few things for you. number one. i am japanese. number two. blah, blah, blah. i dunno, i was too busy watching him squirm. number three. i completely agree with you. no! no, no, no!! yell at him. damn. the time between number one and number three was pure classic though.

dead

she is not. thanks to the musician for the big duh on googling debbie kirk. i put in her name and bam! websites, websites, websites. how can you not love the internet? she's a writer, poetry mainly i guess, and has her own site including some pics. i got out an old pic of her last night to make sure since it's been so long and i believe we have a match. now to email her and not sound completely stupid....................... "umm, are you mountain home bomber debbie kirk? this is andrea #2. it's good to know that you are not dead. do you even remember who #2 is? or is that why you called me #2 in the first place? it's nice to find you. i've never had green hair. i like dolphins."

anyone

out there know a girl named debbie kirk? she should be around the age of thirty. she finished out high school in mountain home arkansas. i went there for two months. i met her in gym. she walked up to me and sang a king missile song (not detachable penis), introduced herself and we were solid until i took off to go finish my days in missouri. i was completely different when i came back and that was all because of her. i'm forever thankful that i did change too. it's been one hell of a ride since. i found the music. i found the beautiful dark. the pixies feel upon my ears thanks to her. we didn't keep in touch. i don't know why. i think she moved after she graduated and i didn't have the resources to keep up with her. if you come across her, tell her that andrea #2 says hello and that she still thinks about her and misses her. oh, and that i'm sorry i wasn't able to steal a yearbook for her to replace the one that fell in the lake.

copy

machine, i'll get you! i just spent about twenty minutes with one. it was giving me copies and we were on a roll. it was singing, i was dancing, everything was great in my world. copies, staple, next job, staple....then my stapler jammed. no problem. there's another one in the room so i can stay in my swing. copy, staple, copy, jam, fix jam, find other jam, fix it, oooh there's a jam in area five too you say copier, ok fixed, copy, nope jam, jam, jam, areas two, three, four and five. ok fixed. copy, nooooooo! jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam. the jam got jammed and then jammed while i was unjamming it. jam, jam, jam, jam. the display screen was going crazy with orders. open left door. remove jam in area 1. open front top door. remove jam in area two, three and four. blah, blah. jam, jam. so i deleted every copy job in the copier's memory, took out every inch of paper i could find, grabbed all evidence of me being in that room and looked for another copier. oooh i'll get you copier. you just wait until next time that you want me to load tray number two. i don't think so. you're just going to have to sit there empty. empty!