Yesterday I locked myself out of my office with no keys, no money, and no phone.
So I tried to break in. I scaled a wall, jumped a fence, fell on my ass, beaned my head on a planter, tried to pick a lock with a hairpin, and then I interrupted my boss' pool party to be rescued.
I am my own episode of I Love Lucy.
Hmm. Now I feel I should learn to pick locks.
You okay, paperdol?
I'm banged up, but mostly I'm suffering bruised ego.
The best I have to far is probably pathological compulsion.
I think that probably is the best term. The behavior wasn't really described as obsessive, but I think pathological could have a case made for it.
Holy butt, Jilli!
We can say we knew you when.
Hmm. Now I feel I should learn to pick locks.
Hmm. Corsets. Mad computer skillz. Friends all over the world. Krav. Pole-dancing. Lock-picking.
Does anyone else feel like perhaps ita is working on an "Alias"-based reality show or something?
Hey, paperdol, you haven't yet been Wiki'd, but you have been some-kind-of-pedia'd. Coolness!
Sweet, Jilli!
OMG, I just got the actual confirmation of Very Good News Indeed at work. I've been 90% sure about it for a week or so, but still scared it would fall through somehow. Nope. I don't know if I can do any more work today.