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rarrrr. Dancing days are not here again.
Spam up on dj. Disturbed me in the shower last night.
Hrm. I may have to find a new notebook to take to work with me. This one's almost full. Or, horrors, I may have to start writing on unattached unlined pieces of paper. Eek.
There's already too many of those types of paper around my desk. sigh.
Want to kill Kinsey, Nicole, and Kagan painfully. May have to, just for the fun of it. Hrm. I can do mass crowd deaths and randomly mention them... Or. *perk* I can kill them in the second nano novel. Now, *that* has possibilities.
Really disliking this job. I still don't have a name tag (just a stupid Visitor badge), and I feel like luggage all the damn time. Someone has to take me to and from the lunch room and to and from the lobby. And, I'm just fucking glad they don't have to take me to and from the bathroom. Although I'm sure, if the building managers thought of it, they'd institute that kind of policy.
I've also been making a lot of coffee at work. I keep getting to the coffee room and finding both damn carafes empty. It takes all of two minutes to dump grounds into a basket and push the button.
Stupid people.
Want to kill them.
Can't.
Sigh.
Sucks.
Hrm. I may have to find a new notebook to take to work with me. This one's almost full. Or, horrors, I may have to start writing on unattached unlined pieces of paper. Eek.
There's already too many of those types of paper around my desk. sigh.
Want to kill Kinsey, Nicole, and Kagan painfully. May have to, just for the fun of it. Hrm. I can do mass crowd deaths and randomly mention them... Or. *perk* I can kill them in the second nano novel. Now, *that* has possibilities.
Really disliking this job. I still don't have a name tag (just a stupid Visitor badge), and I feel like luggage all the damn time. Someone has to take me to and from the lunch room and to and from the lobby. And, I'm just fucking glad they don't have to take me to and from the bathroom. Although I'm sure, if the building managers thought of it, they'd institute that kind of policy.
I've also been making a lot of coffee at work. I keep getting to the coffee room and finding both damn carafes empty. It takes all of two minutes to dump grounds into a basket and push the button.
Stupid people.
Want to kill them.
Can't.
Sigh.
Sucks.
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What you need is a secret stash of Very Special Chocolate that's for use *only* when you feel like butchering people in the office.
What kind of chocolate should be in said stash, and how can we get some to you ASAP?
:)