So... Another one bites the dust.

I'm too lazy (and tired) to formulate a decent spiel. So have the beginnings of an MSN conversation...

«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
lmaor
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
That annoying short loud chick at work is so brutal.
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
They're crapping on about Heath Ledger on the radio
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
And I don't know any of it because I tune that darn sound box out (they have crap radio stations).
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
And I assume Liz didn't know there were customers in the store
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
because she's short and can't see over the top of a bench.
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
Anyway...
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
She murmurs something to me about Heathy boy.
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
And then yells to Honor, the boss, "Hey! What do you think of Heath Ledger?"
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
Honor replies a bit bewildered, "Well... He's okay. Why?"
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
So Liz yells back, "He's as dead as a maggot!"
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
And all the customers are in total "WTF?" stance.
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
So crass.
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
But rather amusing.
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
Anyway.
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
When I heard the news.
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
All I could think of was "He got so owned."
«Çhîkörÿ Ô'rîlèÿ» says:
I'm just as bad as Liz. :os