February 15th, 2011

…isn’t he?

I concur. *sneezes. sniffs. coughs.* Pretending to not be sick at work makes for a miserable evening where it all crashes down again. I dun feel gud.

Of course – work was aided by my getting QUITE PISSED OFF there for a few hours. Heh. Now I’m just all “eh. Fuck you.”

  • Hey! You!

    Yeah you! All this bullshit I write? Is mine. So keep your hands off, will ya? I'm sure you could totally come up with better shit on your own.

    Also - dude. All opinions stated herein these pages are my own, and not those of anyone I might work for. Just in case you think I'm slamming something important, like, oh, say, my work place. I love my job, my co-workers, and anything that you might think is about you? Well, you might be right. Just remember I show my affection by endless nagging, picking on, laughing, etc. :) We're adults. Well. I am. On the outside.

    [Thus ends the 'Behave or ima kick your ASS' portion of this blog.]

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