Why? It's exactly 5pm (off the clock at 4:30) my time and I'm still sitting in the "Ice Box". The Ice Box would be my office. Named by the BIG boss because this is the room where they keep all the BIG computer servers 'N stuff. I was told the room has to be kept cool otherwise all the nuclear circuits would blow, and that would be a bad thing I guess. The boss actually programed the phone in here so anyone I call with caller ID would see "Ice Box" displayed. I wonder how the mayor feels about that.
However I think they lied about needing it so cold in here. They're trying to freeze me out. Well I say BRING IT! I prefer it cold to go with my soul and the revenge I will one day be serving.
AH-AH-AH!
I'd like to wish my two, maybe three if I stretch it, blog readers a very nice weekend. I'll post some more if something exciting or noteworthy happens, or if I become clever enough to make up some outlandish and improbable shit. Say good night Gracie.
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I named this blog after a book of poems and/or short stories I had hoped to one day write. Who knows if and when that may happen. I hope it does. In the meantime, I have this blog.
I had some difficulty choosing titles. The others that appealed to me were; "The Insomniacs Lament" and "Defying Gravity". I also briefly considered naming it "The Bitch Blog" as I was recently reminded that I tend to complain. Hey, where else better to do that then a blog for crap sakes!
blog discription:
Brain activity that occasionally flows through my body, into my arms, and down into my hands. These instruments of doom (slowly) type words that hopefully may, or may not, touch your heart, or at least make you think without causing a headache.
If in fact that does not occur, please forward all calls and complaints to management, who rarely answers the phone, and most likely doesn't care.
Thank you for your perceived understanding.
Finally, all words, thoughts, and deeds are protected/copyrighted somewhere in Washington D.C. If you abuse said rights, I'll most likely sue your ass if I'm able to locate it. I may possibly leave the rest of your body alone....................or will I?
P.S.- Said creative writer removes himself from all responsibilty for each and every spelling and grammatical error found within the blog you'll probably never read. Again, thank you for your hopeful understanding.
I had some difficulty choosing titles. The others that appealed to me were; "The Insomniacs Lament" and "Defying Gravity". I also briefly considered naming it "The Bitch Blog" as I was recently reminded that I tend to complain. Hey, where else better to do that then a blog for crap sakes!
blog discription:
Brain activity that occasionally flows through my body, into my arms, and down into my hands. These instruments of doom (slowly) type words that hopefully may, or may not, touch your heart, or at least make you think without causing a headache.
If in fact that does not occur, please forward all calls and complaints to management, who rarely answers the phone, and most likely doesn't care.
Thank you for your perceived understanding.
Finally, all words, thoughts, and deeds are protected/copyrighted somewhere in Washington D.C. If you abuse said rights, I'll most likely sue your ass if I'm able to locate it. I may possibly leave the rest of your body alone....................or will I?
P.S.- Said creative writer removes himself from all responsibilty for each and every spelling and grammatical error found within the blog you'll probably never read. Again, thank you for your hopeful understanding.
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About Me
- C. Louis Wolfe
- I'm a SWM, rapidly approaching middle age, also known as "manopause". Born to parents I never knew. I've recently become aware that I am one of six twins, scattered throughout the world. I'm damn good looking for my age, and live like a king! Destined to die alone, unless I'm able to finally find a woman unstable enough to deal with my stuff. Including some issues, back issues, and a somewhat lightweight carry on, that now costs $15.00 if you want to check it!
8 comments:
I wonder what kind of secret job you have. My dad just got a job working on submarines and other stuff for the militairy. Some guy who used to work there was caught spying (Russian) and he's now serving 40 years in prison.
So my dad was pretty suprised he got the job since he's an immigrant from Croatia.
It's a factory job. My mom started off at a factory and so have I (going to college in December. Must get out of that hell hole). My woos (that can't be how to spell it) brother got his start at a golf course.
Stefany!
I will one day tell what I do for a living, but I like to be somewhat mysterious. Besides, your young, despite being mentally 35 & named after Stephanie Powers who I had a huge crush on waaaaay back when I was a youngin' myself.
People who know me would tell you I'm mentally 19! I take that as a compliment!!!
In response to your comment, yes, tis me in the picture. How come you always question me if that truly is me in the photos?
Anyway, I always say I'm mentally 35 because I hate teenagers. Their too self absorbed and obnoxioius. And a lot of people say I'm very mature.
What else... oh yes. I meant that I do blush and am clumsy. I'm angered at myself for these traits I possess.
And I don't know about fish, but I sure enjoy Wendys!
Weren't you a teenager not too long ago? In fact now. ;-)
Apparently your the exception to the whole teendom thang. Good for you! We need more like you. Maybe you should school them youngins & teach 'em what for! Are ya with me Stef?!
Actually I find myself saying things that older folks used to say to us. My parents as well. Those damn kids!
I can't believe I said that!
One...I think it's awesome that they programmed the phone to say the Ice Box when you call out. That, unfortunately, does not work with cell phones, so I have yet to see it in action. Two....this poor girl thinks you work for the CIA or something! Come clean Wolfy!! Tell her you're a super hero trapped in a 9-5 (or 8:30-4:30) job, where they take you for granted, forcing you to change into a blue leotard and extra stretchy tights after the sun goes down to save little old ladies who slip on the ice. And on top of that....it was really cool to be out with you at the Crossroads on Saturday night. That's not something we do often. I'm glad you got home safely. Next time, I wanna catch Bob's band. Sorry I disappeared. I hadn't seen Erin in two weeks, and we were catching up on her life. Let's do it again soon. --Lil R
Well NOW she knows! Now you've gone & done it. Thanks Wolters. I'll have to change my secret identity. I guess you don't understand how many people you put at risk by almost revealing who I really am not.
Yes it was nice to see you to, even though you disappeared.
Superman's my favorite.
No one shall ever replace him!
Up, up, and away!
p.s. I realized long ago that someone working for the CIA would not be on blogger.com chatting with an odd 18 year old from Cleveland.
First off little Miss Stefany-
BATMAN RULES! He's much cooler. Besides, he can kick Supes' @$$! because he fights dirty. It's well documented in the funny books. Sorry. ;-(
You can't be sure I'm not some form of government cyber agent. I'm not, but that would be way cool wouldn't it?
PS- Are you saying your odd? I can out odd you any day sister! I didn't like the last line you wrote. I feel dirty. Like I'm an old perv that converses w/young innocent girls who blog w/pure hearts.
Does that make me a bad person. Besides like you said; your mentally 35, so it doesn't seem so bad. ;^)>......or does it?
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