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Thursday, June 22nd, 2006 12:06 pmhave you noticed the exponential increase in activity on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_rps? i'm so glad i'm going to hell!
an existential question: how long can the alphabetization of a two-month backlog of pleadings take? and if "alcohol" by the barenaked ladies is playing at the time, does that MEAN something?
the secretary in the cube across from me (we share a wall and face each other) talks to herself constantly, and the filter for her internal monologue is, um. non-existent. she and the other paralegal and secretary can't STAND one of the attorneys, who they think is unutterably STUPID and generates tons of pointless work for them. personally, i would be like, "but what if someone HEARS ME," but that's obviously not a concern here! and despite my familial connections, they seem ready and willing to trash people when i'm around; though i haven't heard bad things about the people i'm actually related to—yet!
my favorite motion so far is the "motion for enlargement of time." also, there's a judge named PINKIE TOOMER. i can't tell you how hilarious it is to hear somebody on the phone asking for THE HONORABLE PINKIE TOOMER. i've been assuming it's a man. i hope nobody ever tells me otherwise.
kansas and i ended up not getting to see panic! at the disco on tuesday; they were sold out and no one was around scalping tickets (which only made us want to see them MORE; what kind of loyal fans do they HAVE?), so we sat at the bar in ted's across the street and had some drinks. i look forward to drinking a lot more in her company. look, ma: i made a friend! and she's a thirty-five-year-old litigator with two small kids and fresh divorce papers! she's having a renaissance of sorts. at the moment it seems to involve moving into a loft condo, starting botox treatments, going to a ton of concerts, drinking, and hanging out with people my age. okay, the drinking comes naturally. man, i don't know. it turns out if you show unequivocal interest in me, i will start talking about myself and everyone around me, and NEVER SHUT UP.
and i'm giving her music. i thought she had really great stuff, and it turns out she got it all from m., who got it all from me. you know, i wonder sometimes what's it's going to mean when all of our music libraries are synchronized and everything is available to everyone, and will that make us homogenized carbon copies of each other? but i think instead we're just going to be able to differentiate solely according to preference. i mean, thanks for all the tracks john tesh ever recorded, but no thanks, you know? just because something's there, just because i have access to it, doesn't mean i'm going to LIKE it. though that is always the first step.
THIS IS DAY 2398472934 OF TRYING TO POST THIS ENTRY. god, i was so tired yesterday i almost put my head down on my desk and took a little nap. SO TIRED. wednesday is my new bete noir. i still need to go shopping and i still need a haircut; and i still need to get to the GYM more than two days a week.
sga_rps? i'm so glad i'm going to hell!an existential question: how long can the alphabetization of a two-month backlog of pleadings take? and if "alcohol" by the barenaked ladies is playing at the time, does that MEAN something?
the secretary in the cube across from me (we share a wall and face each other) talks to herself constantly, and the filter for her internal monologue is, um. non-existent. she and the other paralegal and secretary can't STAND one of the attorneys, who they think is unutterably STUPID and generates tons of pointless work for them. personally, i would be like, "but what if someone HEARS ME," but that's obviously not a concern here! and despite my familial connections, they seem ready and willing to trash people when i'm around; though i haven't heard bad things about the people i'm actually related to—yet!
my favorite motion so far is the "motion for enlargement of time." also, there's a judge named PINKIE TOOMER. i can't tell you how hilarious it is to hear somebody on the phone asking for THE HONORABLE PINKIE TOOMER. i've been assuming it's a man. i hope nobody ever tells me otherwise.
kansas and i ended up not getting to see panic! at the disco on tuesday; they were sold out and no one was around scalping tickets (which only made us want to see them MORE; what kind of loyal fans do they HAVE?), so we sat at the bar in ted's across the street and had some drinks. i look forward to drinking a lot more in her company. look, ma: i made a friend! and she's a thirty-five-year-old litigator with two small kids and fresh divorce papers! she's having a renaissance of sorts. at the moment it seems to involve moving into a loft condo, starting botox treatments, going to a ton of concerts, drinking, and hanging out with people my age. okay, the drinking comes naturally. man, i don't know. it turns out if you show unequivocal interest in me, i will start talking about myself and everyone around me, and NEVER SHUT UP.
and i'm giving her music. i thought she had really great stuff, and it turns out she got it all from m., who got it all from me. you know, i wonder sometimes what's it's going to mean when all of our music libraries are synchronized and everything is available to everyone, and will that make us homogenized carbon copies of each other? but i think instead we're just going to be able to differentiate solely according to preference. i mean, thanks for all the tracks john tesh ever recorded, but no thanks, you know? just because something's there, just because i have access to it, doesn't mean i'm going to LIKE it. though that is always the first step.
THIS IS DAY 2398472934 OF TRYING TO POST THIS ENTRY. god, i was so tired yesterday i almost put my head down on my desk and took a little nap. SO TIRED. wednesday is my new bete noir. i still need to go shopping and i still need a haircut; and i still need to get to the GYM more than two days a week.