No One's Home
Filing A Complaint: Excuse me Karma. I seem to have misplaced my mind while you were indulging me with your twisted sense of humor. I know I always wanted an outside view from my cube. But I imagined it would be in the form of a window, not a huge gaping hole in the ceiling. Now the weather forecast is calling for rain and I'm afraid the birds might decide to roost in the shelves.
I know I shouldn't have complained that the office was too quiet, because now I have to wear earplugs to block out the noise. But I was thinking more of a soft rock sound rather than an orchestra of saws. Maybe my order got mixed up in the mail? So I've typed up a formal complaint. The people at the front desk are telling me to deposit it here, in this box marked "Recyclables." I hope you can see to fixing it soon. I really can't work without my mind.
Daily Hoop Conversation:
Hoop: I have something important to tell you.
Tink: Oh yeah?
Hoop: Promise that you'll still love me?
Tink: Of course.
Hoop: I'm really from the planet Zorgon.
Tink: That's nice.
Daily Hoop Conversation 2:
(While I'm making dinner)
Hoop: Am I as big as that sausage?
Tink: Why don't you whip it out and we'll compare?
Hoop: No, I'd much rather take your word for it.
Tink: I don't really want to have this conversation.
Hoop: What conversation?
Tink: Comparing sausages to shlongs.
Hoop: Why, are you afraid you'll offend me?
Tink: No, I'm afraid you won't eat dinner.