RIP
I need a new job.
So I'm sitting here in my office, entering data into a spreadsheet. At about page 528 (out of 682), I heard a small whimper, and actually FELT my soul die.
It's okay, it was suffering long enough.
Sleep well, little guy.
Caffeine-addled ramblings, rants, and random thoughts about my life in pursuit of utter awesomeness and general kickassery.
Stumblers: If anything strikes your fancy, cover up your fancy and click the "I like it!" button on your taskbar.
Stumblers: If anything strikes your fancy, cover up your fancy and click the "I like it!" button on your taskbar.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
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I've got something to bring your soul back to life.
I know CPR, but I don't think as well as your stalker...
Perhaps he/she should introduce him/herself...
Inquiring minds want to know.
Does he cross dress? I am really into that you know. Networking, I can't control myself.
should we send flowers?
After reading this, I will never complain about not working again.
LOLWORK
SS- It's beyond CPR
BPR- No, just cash
DM- ummm, you shouldn't
FG- Snow? Still unfamiliar. It was 73 here today
CP- Did you just... YOU DID!
/flufft
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