RandomFailure

That would be April 3, 1997, the day I moved away from Colorado and back to the East coast. I figured it would be like Gilligan’s Island, and I’d be gone two or three years, at most. Oops. Looks like life (even with that unplanned alliteration) has a way of changing things.

No, she didn’t show up to my office. Nor was she working. Apparently, the spam filter at work didn’t do such a great job this week, as twice I’ve received a naughty picture of Britney when she was in her pre-rehab, no panty phase. And since the IT department at work has asked us to regularly empty our Junk mail folder (which I do), the picture lingered on-screen for a moment, with Britney’s pooter as clear as day. And wouldn’t you know, just at that moment, someone walked into my office. Good thing it was the male office neighbor who said he had gotten the same e-mail.