It’s kinda quiet here at work right now because every single Very Important Person in this company is crammed around the large oak table in the conference room doing one of those fancy and Very Important Video Conferences where they meet “face to face” and watch and listen to other Very Important People around the world who are also crammed around some other large oak table somewhere in like, Madrid, because in case you didn’t know technology today lets you magically beam voices and images of Very Important People all over the world to meet these days.
And I am sure when the IT folk were putting together the little TeeVee/Camera set up that makes this magic possible, they were probably a little worried about phone line glitches and perfect picture and other technological threats, when what they really should have been concerned about is the fact that the conference room in which this Very Important Video Meeting is being held is made of wall to wall glass which means every time Not So Important People With Too Much Time on Their Hands like myself stroll on by, our images are also being beamed across the Atlantic for all the Very Important People over there to see, which means it takes every single inch of anything in my body that remotely resembles self-restraint, not to do something totally stupid like try out my poppin’ and lockin’ skills or moonwalk my way to the other side of the office every time I go by.
C’mon, they’d love it. Michael Jackson’s still big overseas, isn’t he?
I mean, if you’re gonna use the technology, use the technology, I say.
Unrelated, it seems as though I let the birthday of ann-frank.diaryland.com go totally unmentioned for a couple of weeks now. Or at least I think I started this whole thing about a year ago – old bessie’s dates and times are always messed up, so who can say when this great big ball of retarded really got rolling, but the point is, I thought I’d take the time now to look back on just how < sarcasm > productive and fruitful this year has been
If this we an 80’s sitcom, we’d all be situated around a kitchen table, in the wee hours of the morning with steaming cups of hot cocoa at our fingers, reminiscing about the good times. Not unlike the Keatons of that hit show Family Ties, we’d sip from our ceramic mugs, laughing about how academic pressure led Alex into becoming a part time speed freak, or how Mallory turns to shoplifting to support her mall habit.
That’s right! Brace yourself: it’s very special ann-frank clip show!
Quick, somebody cue Green Day’s Time of our Lives to play over the poignant ann-frank’s favorite entries montage!
When I started here at the lovely diaryland I had no idea what the hell I was doing and I certainly had no idea why the hell I decided to sign up for such a project. Perhaps I just needed some sort of outside opinion to confirm that I am, in fact, the World’s Biggest Dork Girl. Which was certainly confirmed early on in my ann-frank career, but yet, I kept going.
Why, you ask? Well because I apparently got cocky and thought I had some sort of worldly wisdom to share, or some sort of great insight to people’s sexual motivation and because I apparently thought it was necessary for strippers to have a good business plan. . And you know, as stubborn as I am, I stick by those ideas!
But, soon enough, slutty business models aside, my fun little life got a little hectic when the raver ghosts decided to move in and mess with my jams.
But as lot of you already know, even though my ghost continues to haunt my abode, nothing compares to the pain in the ass entity that is The Fireman who moved in across the hall.
But as those of you faithful readers know, one can only hate an idiot like the fireman for so long before one finds other things to occupy one’s time, you know, like trying to pass bad checks at the sex shoppe or taking the time to ponder porn and it’s money making capabilities.
And I would like to thank al l y’all who made it through the holidays with me, with those nice little reminders, like wrapping paper is nothing to get suicidal over, or turning thirty doesn’t mean you can’t still get your bounce on. And y’all have helped me keep my cool under some stressful situations.
At least you know, I thought so.
And you know, over all, the best part is all through this tumultuous 2001-2002 season of Being Ann-Frank, I have still managed to kill small animals in order to look fucking fabulous even if I was in a lot of pain .
And I think overall, the numma one funniest part of all seems to be, the numma one entry * y’all seem to go back and read time and time again. Which just proves we can all have a good laugh at the really ridiculous things that seem to go down in ann-frank land, and some of the not so silly things I love the most.
So, you know, thanks you guys, ** and you guys.
Y’all are the best. Mean it. Cross my heart and all that stuff.
[dim house lights]
* statistic courtesy of andrew’s gold member stats!
** totally includes the pitas, diary-x and livejournal and indie blogs who swing by, too.