How come I was waitin all day yesterday to get on GC, and now that I'm on here yall's butts ain't talkin?????
How come it is now 1pm, and I still have done no work?
How come my time would have been better spent at home, since I still have to pack for the weekend?
How come I need to leave early to take care of some thangs?
But,
How come I'm still not doing any work?
How come I could really give a rat's tail about this job?
How come that makes me think of the Queens of Comedy?
How come in my mind I'm sayin', man, **** this job?
How come it's just a fantasy, though, because I do kinda dig my job?
How come that's neither here nor there, because I don't want to work?
How come I don't have anymore how comes, but I just want to keep typing?
How come yall still readin' if I said I ain't have no more?
How come I bet yall read this one, too?
How come I'm LOL @ myself right now?
How come I had to edit this post?
[This message has been edited by Ideal08 (edited July 20, 2001).]