Sing it with me now...

I just updated some portions of the site. There is now a pretty picture on the index. I also created a FAQ'S page and updated my about page. It took me a long time because I kept finding typos & I couldn't get it to format exactly to my liking.

I also just got nailed for putting, "not at this time" instead of "no" as my response to are you accepting romantic propositions. The truth is that I'm happily shacked up my my muffin dealer who keeps me tweaked out on carbs.

So there internet-the real truth, can you handle it?

Friday was an interesting day at work. One of my co-workers is a religious fanatic. In a bad way. She used to wear these, "Jesus saves" shirts to work all the time. She stopped right around the time she stopped wearing shirts with slits to her hip bone. Friday she brought in a hand held radio with an antenna big enough to poke my cat's eye out; even thought my cat was safely 8 plus miles away. She had some AM station blaring a sermon. I tried to blast out the sound with my Rio Carbon Player, but it didn't quite work considering I had to make sure I'd be able to hear my phone ring.

Later I hear her talking to her husband over the phone. I know it's her husband for two reasons: 1) she has him on speaker phone-again, 2) she is telling him he needs to 'adjust your fucking attitude' and read some passage from the bible. She explains to her husband what she's listening to. He attempts to discredit what she is saying. (She thinks some prophecy is going to come true or something doomsdayish that I can't discern because I'm still trying hardly to ignore her platinum behind.) She then shrieks, "well it must be true-everyone is talking about it." At that moment I considered reminding her that once everyone thought the world was flat.

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

posted by Danna Saunders @ 1/16/2005 07:37:00 PM