Random Thoughts from a Large Head

25 shopping days til Christmas.

Well, sadly Fred cancelled his session. Now I feel real stupid for getting that Limp Bizkit tattoo during lunch.

I have a banana in my ear

If you could send an envelope back in time to when you were 16 years old, and inside you could write a message with a maximum of 20 words, what would you send? What would you hope to accomplish? Started by Kevin.

(Links may contain questionable content and language in this entry – you’ve been warned)

Tomorrow the illustrious Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit will be at my place of employment doing some audio sweetening to his new video. Apparently the video and audio aren’t in synch.

While looking for a link to put on Fred’s name, I came across this:

“I play up the pimp thing on purpose. Like, when I’m on MTV, these chicks are fanning and massaging me. It’s not like I attracted ‘em off the street. We f***ing hired ‘em. I want everybody to be thinking I’m having the time of my life, but I’m single and miserable. I’m lonely. I’m experiencing the best things in my life, with no one there to share them. I’m a hopeless romantic. I’m not the stereotypical rock star. People are having a problem that I’m not fitting my image, and they’re obviously not listening to the lyrics.”

Awwww, Fred just wants to be loved…

26 shopping days til Christmas.

Just had a discussion with my office neighbor. We were discussing trashy people. I said Mariah Carey was trashy. But Michael said that when he thinks of trash, he thinks of a more Billy Ray Cyrus type character. So, we have coined a new term:

ho-trash \HO-trash\, adjective:
to be trashy in a slutty way; to enjoy flaunting your body parts.

Mariah Carey is such ho-trash.

Enjoy using this new term in your daily life. But, I warn you to stay away from ho-trash, otherwise you may contract the ho rash.

Don’t ever leave out the “n” when typing dictionary.com. You’ll get sent to a page that opens up 9 new browser windows with ads in them.

I have been (somewhat willingly) roped into singing with two (female) co-workers at the company talent show/Christmas party. What should we sing? Name that tune.

Somebody named Josiah Foster has my phone number on his resume. I keep getting phone calls for him from prospective employers. I feel bad for the guy, he must be talented judging by the number of calls he is getting from some technical-sounding companies. However, wouldn’t you check the phone number you’ve got down on your resume? Of all the information on your resume, the contact information would seem most important.

Last night I changed my answering machine message to say that there is no Josiah Foster at this number. Now all I get are hang-ups.

Update: OK, I thought I would be resourceful and look to see if I could find a listing for Mr. Josiah Foster. Turns out his phone number has two digits that are the reverse of mine. I called him to let him know and spoke to some woman at his house. She was very amused to hear this and was going to pass on this information. I guess Josiah had been getting discouraged that no one had been calling. Maybe I’ll call and change my answering machine message. If I can remember the code, that is.

Update #2: Couldn’t remember the code. Now I have only succeeded in turning off my machine. Grr.