February 2012
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“You’re scary and sexy at the same time.”
– Mr. B. Again.
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Mr. B thought that it’d be an excellent idea to come over and fondle my bare arms and tell me “Well, aren’t you fit?”. Which is something in and of itself.
What does not help is that, right at that moment, a guy was here to pick up some stuff for his poor sister who is in the hospital currently.
Oh my god, Mr. B.
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Good thing my calling is memorizing and understanding muscle origin/insertion/action.
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I dreamt of crisscrossing rainbows that trailed across the sky down in a V-shape. I’m amazed at what our asleep brains are capable of conjuring up.
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I shall eat a bowl of chili today in honor of the...
that’s the extent of attention that this annual event shall be receiving from me.
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I enjoy pushing people past to where they run out of excuses and they have nothing left to say to me.
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A couple orders of business.
oh my GOD I had so much hair. I don’t know how I dealt with it. I don’t think I’ll ever grow it out even past my shoulders ever again.
I will be working a little over 51 hours this pay period. $400 is nice though. Super nice.
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I dreamt that I was cleaning my room here, which I did finally start up again yesterday, and I just kept on discovering teapots. Teapot after teapot after teapot. I ended up with all kinds on a white shelf. I should collect teapots instead of toy/novel cameras.
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January 2012
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