I try to make choices in life that I won't regret. So far, so good. I mean, there's a couple things that I do regret. Like not having sex with this guy in college. I sooooo should have done him but I was afraid of catching an STD from him because I'm pretty sure I'm the only person at the University of Michigan (Ann Arbor, not Dearborn) that he didn't have sex with. That's right. Person. Not just woman. Anyway, I regret it a little bit because I think it would have been fun. And there are ways to be safe. I was such a slut. WAS.
Last week I made a choice that I am now regretting. I hate that. When I went to a training at a computer lab some guy named Ryan had left his hotmail account signed on to instant messenger. Because it was at a county building computer lab I had no idea who he was or how long he had been signed on. I noticed it but just kind of ignored it. Until he got an instant message. From some chick. All she said was "hey" and I sat there for a few minutes debating whether or not I should a) pretend I was Ryan and mess with her, b) tell her Ryan is a dumbass for not signing off his IM account, or c) just sign off. My coworker at the computer next to me noticed the instant message screen and asked me who I was talking to. Since there were only 4 of us in the room, including the trainer, everyone heard her. I told her that someone else was still signed on and I was considering my options. Then the trainer made me get to work so I just signed off. Didn't reply or anything. I really really wish I would have chosen option A. Clearly that would have been the most fun and given me joy. Of course it would have been mean and most likely not very appropriate but isn't life about having fun? At other people's expenses?
Moral of the story...
Sign off that instant messenger before I show up and ruin your life.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
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Remember when Erica forgot to log out and I made that hilarious email signature? I also regret that you did not mess around.
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