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aaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggggg!
bwwwwahahahahaa... *snort*... sorry... um...
I mean... Grrrrrr, avast... *hack... cough*... er... A-Vast-Arrrrg.
K, I have a big box of WICKED FRESH starbucks choco covered espresso beans... aka Fresh Crack.
My co-workers swarm like a highschool kids when the dealer shows up on Friday...
That was yesterday... Moments ago a coworker dude demurred with a wild look having had a handful yesterday.
... and actually heard myself saying over the cube-wall... "Ha! You're just afraid of my crack!".
... and there was much laughter. :D
wearing
~ one leather boot, and a worn peg
~ with blue ftls...
~ black jeans, p-z shirt and a lovely black sweater... with a
planning
~ had a epiphany last night about this big honking REP project thing at work... going to present a big change to the boss today.
~ try desperately to get enough done today, so I can afford to go to a lunch thing with some old co-workers tomorrow... (eating Tex-Mex ... which sounds a whole lot like
~ It's a Survivor night... :D :D :D
wishing
~ to point out that getting your cup-o-joe from the office coffee maker DIRECTLY from the little spout when you start making a new pot. .... what?
~ that my friend
~ for a little sunshine to warm my friend
~ for the things that she wants most to find their way to the warm places on
~ and that
~ I could go for a short walk and find myself in front of
Regarding Picton, British Columbia.... Brick Top Polford said it and said it well in Snatch ... Never trust a pig farmer.
Of course, the Jewish members of the Picton community are all giggling behind their hands...
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