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Jul. 27th, 2004
Random verbage
Jul. 27th, 2004 12:57 pmYou know 2004 scares you when...
They're playing 90's songs on the radio and calling them 'retro'.
You see someone driving eratically and automatically assume they're talking on their cell phone.
Everything including ketchup is low carb.
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Heheheheh. I am SO 12. Handicapped people want to be put in trunks! 'help us to the car & put in trunks'
Ooops. And now the garage is attacking the house... instead of being attached to it. Garage/house OTP!
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It doesn't occur to her to think about it. Not until later, when she's coughing up blood from scored lungs. It seemed so quick and simple, and just *right*. You have this ability, you do this. You don't do it, you're a moron. Even simpler, though. It has been ingrained into her for the last ten years.
You are special. Use that to help others.
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"It's nearly noon, Roper, are you going to get your ass out of that bed and get into the office?"
He's almost pathetically grateful that the blonde woman is harranguing him. Even if she's half-grinning, like she knows something he doesn't. Because he can't remember small details. And he's not too certain what his name actually is.
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GAH. If I have to read one more complaint from a stupid customer upset over being carded, I may SCREAM.
Am I the *only* person on the planet that automatically gets out my ID when I get in line? It takes all of ten fucking seconds to do it, and then if they ask, BAM, you've got it! And if they don't, there's still no loss of time!
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
They're playing 90's songs on the radio and calling them 'retro'.
You see someone driving eratically and automatically assume they're talking on their cell phone.
Everything including ketchup is low carb.
-
Heheheheh. I am SO 12. Handicapped people want to be put in trunks! 'help us to the car & put in trunks'
Ooops. And now the garage is attacking the house... instead of being attached to it. Garage/house OTP!
-
It doesn't occur to her to think about it. Not until later, when she's coughing up blood from scored lungs. It seemed so quick and simple, and just *right*. You have this ability, you do this. You don't do it, you're a moron. Even simpler, though. It has been ingrained into her for the last ten years.
You are special. Use that to help others.
-
"It's nearly noon, Roper, are you going to get your ass out of that bed and get into the office?"
He's almost pathetically grateful that the blonde woman is harranguing him. Even if she's half-grinning, like she knows something he doesn't. Because he can't remember small details. And he's not too certain what his name actually is.
-
GAH. If I have to read one more complaint from a stupid customer upset over being carded, I may SCREAM.
Am I the *only* person on the planet that automatically gets out my ID when I get in line? It takes all of ten fucking seconds to do it, and then if they ask, BAM, you've got it! And if they don't, there's still no loss of time!
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
