little surfer girl

for the past week most of my brain has been taken up with moving issues so i will try my best to write a coherent post. my scale cut-outs of every piece of furniture that i own are all lined up neatly to one side of my desk so i guess i have time to blog. (yes, scale drawings are awesome! you can move your furniture around a room all while sitting in your cubicle.)

one story from work this week.... there's a "phone guy" here who is basically in charge of the entire company's phone system. that's a lot of phones. he's cool. we're friendly. he's set up my phone for me and hooked me up with a wireless headset (you're jealous). so, while we're friends, i was a bit surprised when he called me up the other day and said "thanks for the great time." i was like, what in the hell are you talking about? he then informed me i had been in his dream the night before. apparently we were in hawaii and we were TANDEM SURFING. yeah. like gidget or some damn shit in beach blanket bingo where a girl and a guy ride on the same surfboard. um, yeah. does ANYTHING about me say that i like to surf? that i would be able to get up on a surfboard? let alone a tandem ride? very odd. very very odd. i didn't really know what to say so i left it at 'well, i'm glad you had a good time.' good-bye nice but weird phone guy.