Oct 23, 2004 14:05
What the fuck!?!?
I can manage my own fucking break time.
I don't have managers bothering me with that information, I don't need co-workers telling me shit about MY breaks that I already know. And I don't need you to send out reports, either, damn I'm ready to throttle.
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to beat them.
senseless.
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Look at that Anne Bonny! or is it Mary...something
You know, those two lady pirates.
Anne Bonny, Mary something. Fuck, what's her name. Or is it Ann Bonney? Mary...shit I'm gonna google it. READ! MARY READ! THANK YOU GOOGLE. Google really is a verb - note the use of the noun in the lower-case.
I'm really not drunk, more hyper than anything. But I'm glad to see that you have an icon AT LAST. I was almost ready to make you a really embarassing one from childhood. I should do it anyway. YEAH
Okay Erica. You should go see Rasputina next Saturday. Ottobar. Do it! Unless you are partying, I can't remember.
RAMBLE RAMBLE RAMBLE see ya
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