And eyes in the back of my tiny little head.

Some IM madness exchanged at the office this afternoon between myself and Bill. Let me preface this by saying that my desk faces absolutely no one, which is why I have covered the wall I see for 8 hours a day in pictures of a variety of mustachioed animals, and California Farm Bureau president Doug Mosebar.

me: what kind of chips are those?
bill: S + V
bill: My god, how did you know I was eating chips with your back turned
bill: oh
bill: wait
bill: you have ears

Vulvan mind meld.

An excerpt from this morning's office IMs, involving fun typographical errors that reveal my lesbian sensibilities . . .

me: If i have to hear about direct deposit ONE MORE TIME!
me: Death will occur.
bill: Get out of my brain!
me: maybe you should label those corn dogs . . . since, you know, we seem to have vulvan mind meld powers
me: maybe i will eat them with my amazing mental faculties
bill: hehe
bill: only
bill: you are the only one with vulvan mind meld powers
bill: I might have vulcan
me: stupid vagina monologues
me: all i can write is vulva