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Way to go, Paula!
May. 1st, 2011 05:56 pmSince I wasn't quite yet retarded with fatigue last night, I decided to visit my boyfriend at work in BFE where he works night shifts as some sort of IT Guy. It looks like he's in charge of air traffic controlling, but I don't think that's the case. He showed me around the gigundo, gigundo building of which the vast majority appeared to be dedicated to a paper processing factory.
Immediately my head was filled with visions of the final scene of an Officer and a Gentleman. This is my chance to act it out, I thought, looking around for Richard Gere. Since it didn't appear he was coming, I turned to my boyfriend and asked him if he'd seen it and how it went. He looked at me like I was a weirdo as is so often the case and said no. Quick, find a sailor hat so I can shake off my beret and put yours on as you swing me into your arms and carry me out of the paper factory into my destiny as sailor wife. Knowing me, I'd get my hair caught in a conveyor belt, but nevertheless.
He continued to show me around the factory as I frantically thumbed around my iPod for the theme music. Damn, it wasn't there. Next time, next time.
Immediately my head was filled with visions of the final scene of an Officer and a Gentleman. This is my chance to act it out, I thought, looking around for Richard Gere. Since it didn't appear he was coming, I turned to my boyfriend and asked him if he'd seen it and how it went. He looked at me like I was a weirdo as is so often the case and said no. Quick, find a sailor hat so I can shake off my beret and put yours on as you swing me into your arms and carry me out of the paper factory into my destiny as sailor wife. Knowing me, I'd get my hair caught in a conveyor belt, but nevertheless.
He continued to show me around the factory as I frantically thumbed around my iPod for the theme music. Damn, it wasn't there. Next time, next time.
