Thursday, September 9, 2010

I Frickin' Love You, Yes You...

Tenderoni - Chromeo
Young Bride - Midlake
An Owl with Knees - The Books
Why Can't I Have you - The Cars
Les Champs-Élysées - Joe Dassin

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Dear Squirrels...

I literally marched...stomped up the ramp to my office this morning. Ok squirrels, I get it, there's a dead squirrel under the ramp. I'm sure it's hard to get over, but just remember your precious squirrel friend happen to die under the ramp. It's not a squirrel graveyard, you didn't burry them their (I mean, you didn't right?)! No more visits to the dearly departed, ok? It's hard enough having my coworker ask if anyone smells the dead squirrel, every damn day.You know it (and she certainly knows it) we all smell the dead squirrel. The smell is horrible, and your presence is worse. I mean come on, most small animals run at the sound of a foot step, a car door, a something. Why must you torment me... how you just stand while I stomp up the ramp, like a fool. Cut me some slack squirrels, please. Don't make me scream and shout SCRAM the second I get out of my car.. . I will, and you know it! New office rule: squirrels off the ramp by 7:00am, it's yours all night... don't you have a day job?

Sincerely,
Emily P.F Dart-McLean

P.S There's a nice ramp down the street... You know that shitty diner Christine's? It's all yours!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Thursday, September 2, 2010

And Now for a Little Boost to Finish the Day Strong...

For all of you out there, trying to stay productive till the bitter end of your day (by that I mean me), do I have a treat for you! That's right, the TOP SECRET handshake chant from Big (at this point I would like you to imagine yourselves as 12 year old boys, trapped in adult bodies....are you there? Good). On the count of three, say it with me now 1...2...3...:

Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa pop. Shimmy, shimmy, rock. Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa pop. Shimmy, shimmy, rock. I met a girlfriend - a triscuit. She said, a triscuit - a biscuit. Ice cream, soda pop, vanilla on the top. Ooh, Shanita walking down the street, ten times a week. I read it. I said it. I stole my momma's credit. I'm cool. I'm hot. Sock me in the stomach three more times...Baby.


Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Sigh...

Will you take a look at this guy? Pure genius I tell you, pure genius! Please note this is a cover, and that room I believe is a living room!

It's kind of like this...