illegal pads

So I have the internet up and running in my cubicle meaning that I ought to be able to take breaks in my work day to provide you with a brief one in yours- unless of course you're not working, in which case, that's seriously pathetic and you need to get your life together. How quickly I pretend to forget.

Hey why are legal pads all long like that? If you want more paper to write on just use another sheet. If 11 inches doesn't suffice what makes 14 enough? Don't you see what a slippery slope you are legal pads? I mean 16 inches would provide two more inches per page for jotting down legal mumbo jumbo. Why not college-rule some poster board and write for days? That's the troubling direction you're sending us in, legal pad. Know that.

Exree Hipp won in the most convincing fashion last night by a final score of 84-27. The victim of our trouncing was a team called Cage. They certainly didn't need to be caged seeing as how they had about as much wild spirit and fight in them as a mink coat. If only I had a nickel for every point we beat them by. Then I could put that money with the fifteen cents I have on my dresser and I'd have my emergency $3 stash I've long since wanted to keep on the corner of my dresser. Oh well.

I went to a bar this past weekend that had a mandatory coat check. That's silly if you ask me. What do they do during other seasons to account for this money they lose? Institute a pollen count tax? How would they calculate let alone enforce this pollen count tax? These are the questions I should ask the coat check attendant when I begrudgingly hand her my coat the next time. That would probably shut her up.

Clearly I need to go home.

Bye.