I can think of nothing to post right now, so I leave you with the poem that is the reason I chose saidshe.net for a domain.
may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she
but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
… and all through our cubes,
Our crew tried to maintain
The holiday groove.
Most cubicles are empty,
The phone lines are dead,
So most of us here
Are surfing the web.
With Ted and I cracking jokes
While checking our emails,
We both got some laughs
While Shawn made some sales.
“Well sir,” says Mr. Perry,
“There’s no need to shout,
Your accounts are overdrawn,
And your cash reserve has run out”
And Laurie’s all sleepy
From staying out late;
Kim’s making us fat
With cookies and cakes.
Sam’s telling stories,
Distacting us all,
I do all that I can
To avoid taking calls.
On Cross-sell!
On Pega!,
On Quicken and Money!
On Genesis! On Men0!
(our system names are funny!)
….Obviously, I need some sleep. BAD.
Shawn just had a woman call us to get information on one of her accounts with another bank. He asked her a couple of times if she was calling the right bank. Conversation from yesterday….
Shawn (on a call): “So I understand you’re having a payment problem with Cox?”
me: “I like cocks.”
Ted: “I like cocks too!”
“At times, when you are not aware,
I gaze at you discreetly,
And when I do, I marvel
At the beauty there before me
Your silken hair can entrance;
Your stunning smile can mesmerize;
And both together do enhance
The beauty of your lovely eyes.
If Heaven had a special place,
To display its most wondrous creation;
Your portrait would be there embraced like no other,
As a source of endless inspiration. ”
*blush*
Thanks 
They’re in the vase, dead.
Their scent lingers like your faded kiss,
And the sight of them kills me.
But I can’t throw them out.
They mean too much to me now.
There’s too much to remember about us,
And they’re the last tangible thing from you
Besides the ring from Christmas.
There they sit, dead, withered on the top shelf
Because they won’t fit on the lower ones.
The ring is still on my finger, the purple stone
Still shines. The ring itself is a size too big and is
Turned around, facing my palm half the time
And the world the rest.
Still, I can’t get rid of either.
I’ll lay in bed and look at the roses and think of the night
That you gave them to me;
Of the happier times we had under the stars and streetlights,
And I like the sparkle of the ring.
Memories don’t help heal the soul,
Don’t heal the heart, can’t close off the past.
They fade with time, fortunately,
And all that I’ll have to remind me is the scent of the roses.
What do I do with the roses now?
