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Jun. 3rd, 2006 01:30 amI am singing along with a commercial right now (SLOW RIDE! Take it EASY!) and somewhere, Joanna is wanting to smack the crap out of me, without knowing exactly why.
Massive storm today. While I was outside smoking with our accounts payable girl, I saw a lightening bolt take down a transformer a block away from the office. The sky lit up neon blue, followed by an orange light that pulsed strangely, then huge clouds of smoke lazily drifting by. My nose stung with the sharp scent of ozone.
We walked down the block to inspect things, but a zzzzrrrrraaaaappp! passed by over my head and when I looked up to see what was going on, I saw the power lines shaking scarily with no wind blowing to move them. Images of my deep-fried impending doom sent me fucking off back to the safety of the smoking terrace.
After all, the only lotteries I ever win are the bad kind.
Massive storm today. While I was outside smoking with our accounts payable girl, I saw a lightening bolt take down a transformer a block away from the office. The sky lit up neon blue, followed by an orange light that pulsed strangely, then huge clouds of smoke lazily drifting by. My nose stung with the sharp scent of ozone.
We walked down the block to inspect things, but a zzzzrrrrraaaaappp! passed by over my head and when I looked up to see what was going on, I saw the power lines shaking scarily with no wind blowing to move them. Images of my deep-fried impending doom sent me fucking off back to the safety of the smoking terrace.
After all, the only lotteries I ever win are the bad kind.