{2004-05-25 & 12:24 p.m.}
it is so cold in my little office, the vent that moves air around the whole office is in my room, and it makes the papers that are posted on the walls flap in the wind. (like old lady skin)
there was a very cute tall boy going into one of the labs that we work with here, i have never seen him before. i hope i see him again.
the new book that ive started, called dream number 9, is very strange. it likes to go from the real plot to fantasy dream stuff that doesnt really happen..all the time, which gets confusing, though i think makes it interesting to.
i feel bad washing out my lunch container that has salad dressing in it, in the sink in our back room, though guess i have no reason to seeing as one of my co-workers washes out her breast pump back there. yes, im going to go do that now.
2005-02-10 - i must be getting back to dear antarctica
2005-02-05 - puke stories
2005-01-31 - so there was this fox, this gold eagle, and bunch of pigs...
2005-01-31 - so there was this fox, this gold eagle, and bunch of pigs...
2005-01-28 - sleepy panda �
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