Choose!

My coworker has a post it on her computer and it is a yellow post it and it says exactly this:

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CHOOSE
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Except for the stars are more centered above and below the word. We've been joking a lot about it because no one knows what it means. She is a kind of new employee and none of us knows her very well. She leaves before I get here so I never remember to ask her what it means. I also never remember to ask Sheila, who works with her all day, to ask her what it means. Sometimes I turn to my coworker and say "Choose!" and we laugh. Today we talked about sticking post its (heh heh, pos-tits)all over the office saying "Decide!" and "Make up your mind!" and "Pick One!" and other things like this. I also thought of changing the CH to a B and the s to a Z. I'm hoping writing this will help remind me to find out what she is supposed to CHOOSE. I hoping that it is some really deep dark secret difficult choice like Sophie's Choice but it is probably some kind stupid thing involving a choice between coke and pepsi or Christianity and Islam or rocks and hard places.

This is a blog I enjoy reading from:

DRUNK

I just noticed that there is also a calender near this post it. This has been recently turned to February and says "Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice: It is a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved. - William Jennings Bryan"

Curiouser and Curiouser. What does it all mean?

I watched The Queen this last Sunday. Helen Mirren won an Oscar for it, you know. It was pretty good. It was interesting to see a movie documenting a historically interesting event that happened in my adult life that I actually remember and had adult type thoughts about. I am getting old.

I've been playing a lot of this Star Wars Lego video game that my nephew has let me borrow. It rules so much. I'm not really that into Star Wars, I'm not ashamed to admit, but I do love legos and I always have. I also love video games and I think Yoda is alright. And Chewbacca. (What a Wookie!) The rest of them can just all go suck it. I mean, fucking Jar Jar? Come on! I know, right?

Oh, and by the way, I did go home early last week and I did watch the season premiere of Lost and I did think it was pretty good. I especially like this whole thing about Jacob and the shack. Shacks are creepy. As are Shaqs. And Shag carpeting and the Beatles with their crazy shag haircuts and their mod suits. The Looooove Shack is creepy. Shaq Attack is pretty creepy. Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack is pretty creepy too.

I guess I didn't really have anything to say afterall.

Oh, except someone tore off my mom's windshield wiper and if the offending person is read this blog then you are a very bad person! She needed that winshield wiper to come up to oregon tomorrow and now she can't because of you! Who would do such a thing? Who? and Why? Why?