Yeah, yeah, yeah

Then I come in to work today and there is a new person that is sitting across from me, some chick with a weird looking hat, kinda like an elf hat with ugly colors.
Anyways about 6 months ago and two 3 managers ago, I used to by her. She has this weird voice, I can’t describe it. Pam knows what I’m talking about, she used to sit right next to me, so she has to listen to her too.
Well my voice is still messed up.
Mike sent me link to a website that has cool Guitars. I think I want this one http://www.musiciansfriend.com/srs7/g=guitar/search/detail/base_pid/519417/

Check it out I think it’s nice.
I just found this. I like it. http://www.pawstar.com/index.htm

I think this is funny as well. http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/2216/Numa_Numa_at_American_Idol.html

Wrong but funny. http://www.bofunk.com/video/2597/scare_fun.html

My response to Pam’s post from the other day about living life as if this was the last day of your life is:
I agree with that a bit. I don't want to die when I'm 70 years or older. By then I will be all wrinkly, saggy, with a crackly voice, scary, old hag.
I want to kick the bucket by the time I'm about 60. I would have had 5 years of senior citizen crap, I'll have full head of white hair, unless I die it too much and burn it off, I won't be able to see, which means I wouldn't be able to drive. Right there is enough of a reason to off myself.