I Speak To Twitter. And The World. 06:19:2009

At 7:00p.m., Guardian.co.uk posted an article written by Mohsen Makhmalbaf titled: I speak for Mousavi. And Iran. This article sparked the largest episode of Noise-to-News Ratio related confusion I have ever seen on Twitter.

An Open Letter to Elliott Yamin: 08:26:2007

You made my work day go pretty easy… I listened to Movin’ On an estimated total of 73 times during the course of my evening. Thank you for such a kick-booty song, Elliott Yamin. You Rock.

Sincerely,
La Geisha
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Mood: Surly
Listening to:Movin On – Elliott Yamin
Notes: None yet… but stay tuned.

So I decided that it would be a great idea to break my 14 hour workday up into two hour increments. This decision, was actually… oddly enough, not a mistake. Normally, it is a mistake, because after the first two-hour increment, I find a way not to do the second, third, fourth, or fifth one. The sixth one or the seventh ones either, just for those who are wondering.

Today, however, I just kept going back to the phone. It’s not because I enjoy it, but because I enjoy the money that appears (somewhat magically) in my mailbox every payday. I can’t lie though, sometimes I wake up and I just… know that I won’t be working that day. The trouble is actually when that day happens every day. Sam Cooke just came on my mp3 player, and I love this song… “O the moon belongs to everyone… the best things in life are free…” Don’t know if I necessarily believe that, but I believe Sam Cooke when he sings it. He didn’t just sing it, he saaaang it. The most enjoyable one minute and thirty seconds I’ve had in a while was the first time I heard it.

Now Listening To: Same Script, Different Cast – Whitney Houston f. Deborah Cox
[From Whitney’s Greatest Hits double cd]

I did have some really weird calls today, but more than the weird ones (cross dressers, the occasional closeted guy), I had so many… switchers today. Switchers are the guys who call and talk like they are just… God’s Gift™ to the ladies. They are funny, sweet, quirky, and don’t breathe like they have a pork chop wrapped around their throat.

The conversation progresses slowly, too. They want you to be comfortable with them… they want you to believe in them. Switchers will ask you your name, what your hobbies are, if you’re married, what you had for dinner today, the list goes on and on, really. They want a girl to feel like, “Hey, this guy is alright,” or “This is a guy I would marry.” An experienced girl has been expecting The Switch from the moment he said that he’d visited his mother in the nursing home that afternoon before going to confession with Father McGinty at Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow.

Then, it happens. The true Switcher is so opposite from his original caricature of ‘A Guy’ that when his true persona comes out, it’s like someone else got on the phone. Even the voice changes, no joke. A Switcher will tell you, “You’re getting me really excited…” and trail off, and then when the voice comes back, it’s like satan’s voice. It’s like how Christina Aguilera takes the mic away from her face and then puts it back again, really. The Switcher is singing this sweet song, like ‘A Song For You’ by Donny Hathaway, and then at the moment a higher note comes, he takes the mic away from his mouth, and comes back singing ‘F–k You Like An Animal’ by Nine Inch Nails.

He’s like,

“I really like youuuuuuuuuu-takes mic away, brings it back-BITCH I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

After having it happen for so long, it’s not really shocking anymore, but then again… never say never, I had some doozies today.

-Geisha

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