Wednesday, October 29, 2003

 Dude. Talk about coincidences. Finally picked up my hangtag for the car (grrr to stupid new work rules). I got number 47. Hee. It's like fate or something. Except, not really, because I lie. It was really 947. I'm just being a dork. Don't mind me.

But, you could be in awe of me. That's right. Be amazed. Got home late and still managed to make dinner. A real dinner. Steak and salad. A real salad. A big salad. Salad. S-A-L-A-D. That word's like an entire foreign language in my vocabulary. Heh. Not the crap I usually eat because it's late and I'm too lazy to make anything after work. I didn't even bitch and moan about it like I usually do. 'Cuz I'm SuperPooh!

Okay, I need to stop inhaling Milk Duds at work....

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