Another day, another dollar.

Tonight was a typical night at blockbuster video. Only MUCH slower. You cant imagine how frustrating it is. Its like moving through water slow motion. I was working with one of my favorite co-workers though and our night went something like this.





Mind numbing boredom is devastating on productivity.

Seith and I went from standing and talking, to sitting and facebooking, to me laying on the floor drooling while Seith paced back and forwards. I managed to drag myself upright only to pull my ass muscle. The next 10 minutes were spent flexing my ass and groaning.

I find that being so bored at work leads to weird, unusual noises and actions from me. Normally I'm a pretty reserved person, but tonight I was trying to 'karate kick through time' and it was extremely loud and uncouth.

I looooved it.

The peak of the laughter tonight, however, came from Raptor Arms. It started by accident, just standing by the pop cooler, trying to figure out what I needed toOne arm slowly drew itself up into a cocked position. The second arm quickly snapped into place after it. It felt good, natural. I relaxed my legs into a ever so slight crouch and started to bob my head a little.

It was like coming home. Move over, Guidosaures, VelociSavvyraptor is in the house!



Moving on. I've been a bit ashamed to admit it, But I'm going to have to eat all my brave words about the gym. I've failed miserably and I've used every excuse in my book to justify it to myself. So there. Take THAT exercise. You aren't getting MY cellulite!!

Don't worry, I'm just as appalling to myself as I am to you too.

Tomorrow I have every intention of sleeping in. My favorite is when you wake up, hot and sweaty. Your mouth tastes like dirt and your eyes are glued shut. You stumble to the washroom, crash around in the dark and then hammer back into bed to find the most perfect sleeping position you've ever been in and sleep the entire morning.

I absolutely love and crave that feeling every morning. No lies. I flat out adore a solid grimy sleep-in.




I better go work on that bedhead.

Another day, another dollar.

Tonight was a typical night at blockbuster video. Only MUCH slower. You cant imagine how frustrating it is. Its like moving through water slow motion. I was working with one of my favorite co-workers though and our night went something like this.





Mind numbing boredom is devastating on productivity.

Seith and I went from standing and talking, to sitting and facebooking, to me laying on the floor drooling while Seith paced back and forwards. I managed to drag myself upright only to pull my ass muscle. The next 10 minutes were spent flexing my ass and groaning.

I find that being so bored at work leads to weird, unusual noises and actions from me. Normally I'm a pretty reserved person, but tonight I was trying to 'karate kick through time' and it was extremely loud and uncouth.

I looooved it.

The peak of the laughter tonight, however, came from Raptor Arms. It started by accident, just standing by the pop cooler, trying to figure out what I needed toOne arm slowly drew itself up into a cocked position. The second arm quickly snapped into place after it. It felt good, natural. I relaxed my legs into a ever so slight crouch and started to bob my head a little.

It was like coming home. Move over, Guidosaures, VelociSavvyraptor is in the house!



Moving on. I've been a bit ashamed to admit it, But I'm going to have to eat all my brave words about the gym. I've failed miserably and I've used every excuse in my book to justify it to myself. So there. Take THAT exercise. You aren't getting MY cellulite!!

Don't worry, I'm just as appalling to myself as I am to you too.

Tomorrow I have every intention of sleeping in. My favorite is when you wake up, hot and sweaty. Your mouth tastes like dirt and your eyes are glued shut. You stumble to the washroom, crash around in the dark and then hammer back into bed to find the most perfect sleeping position you've ever been in and sleep the entire morning.

I absolutely love and crave that feeling every morning. No lies. I flat out adore a solid grimy sleep-in.




I better go work on that bedhead.