i just think it's funny when you do what i say...
and you look kind of funny, groping around on your head like that.
looking for a hat that's not there--or better yet, the look on your face when you touch your bald spot. oops.
forgot about that, didn't you?
so guess where i am--
yeah.
at a desk, in an office.
it's a pretty desk, too.
now i feel closer to you all...
ew, not like that.
well, okay--exactly like that.
but don't tell.
i can't believe i'm really at work.
weird.
and i'm freezing cold.
my fingers are starting to get too stiff to type.
so maybe i'll have to knock off early and get a massage...
just kidding.
i can handle this--as strange as it is.
and it's not like i'm coming every day, all day.
(did i just say 'coming'? well...)
anyway, i'm just being a drama queen.
this may be the lamest post since at least yesterday.
cuz that one sucked.
oh wait, did i even post yesterday??
good lord, what's happening to me?
letting the blog slip is a sure sign of...
something, i just don't know what.
anyway.
um.
i heard a good joke the other night...
a guy sits down at the bar and orders his drink.
he turns to the woman sitting next to him and asks,
"can i smell your pussy?"
she says, "no!"
he says, "oh, then it must be your feet."
okay, that's enough of my sorry ass for today.
if i think of anything that's either interesting or cruelly funny--
i'll write more later.
smooches---
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