conversation of the day

this convo took place over IM with a work peep. i often compare the donuts in the vending machine to Snoopy's cookies who call to "eat me! eat me!"

me: i hear the donut chorus.

peep ignores me.

me: i said that i hear the donut chorus.

peep still ignores me.

me: brb. since you don't want to talk to me, i'm going to stuff my face and silence their little chorus!!!

peep: hey. sorry was busy.

this time i ignore him since i'm busy shoveling dimes into the vending machine.

peep: did you silence them?

me: i am. do you hear them screaming?

peep: (in his best Hannibal Lector voice) you stay in touch, Christine. let me know when those donuts stop screaming.

busy....and conversation of the day

i know i haven't posted in a while. i still plan to post about my weasel. I've just been too emotional about it. and i haven't posted anything else because i've been busy with work and NaNoWriMo and lots of other crap. but i'm still alive...kinda. i had a bad case of mutant tonsils for a bit, but they seem to be simmering down. and i have zombie pics to post, but i'll do that later seeing as how i'm about ten thousand words behind on my novel. so here's a conversation that only begins to exemplify the bitterness that i'm feeling today:

me: wish i had a sweet.

peep: i've got two. you can have one.

me: is it stuffed with poison?

peep: it's stuffed with love.

me: same thing.