tend to be a bit distracting for others. Because when I'm not working - you shouldn't be either.
For example: today I had to discuss something VERY important with a friend, but she's at work - making spreadsheets, getting those numbers, whatever it is she does - she's doing. So I'm forced to bother her via email.
As you know I would rather walk on my own lips than say something bad about someone. ESPECIALLY someone I don't know - but sometimes one has to make an exception.
It could be that I'm cranky after having to attend a meeting on my day off. It could be that I didn't get much sleep last night. I could be (read: definitely IS) that I lied before and I make fun of people as fast as my mouth will let me . . .
Lets take a look at the gentleman I was just in line behind at starbucks. While he wasn't picking scabs and playing miniature shuffleboard with them on an adjacent table - this guy DID give off such an aura that I dubbed him "Mr. Douche"
I should point out that I love Porsches. I would like to zip around town in my own little porsche! Specifically - a 1955 Speedster.
Matt has promised to keep an eye out for one for me (to add to my array of vehicles wildly inappropriate for Colorado winters).
ANYWAY. What I don't like about porsches is that about half of their drivers are d-bags. You can tell by their appearance how d-baggy they actually are.
Exhibit A: Mr. Douche's Car (yes I took pictures)
Exhibit B: Mr. Douche.
The beanie, the motorcycle jacket, the diesel jeans, would be fine by themselves. The driving gloves?? No. Driving gloves = douche.
Haha! I should have my camera phone taken away!
So, we are in agreement, yes?
I'm off to be productive. And by productive I mean play Plants vs. Zombies.