Did I bite my lip again today? You bet your sweet ass I did. I feel confident when I say: I will never get used to that kind of pain. Ever.***
Listened to some Bikini Kill, circa 1993, this morning. It kind of made me want to grab a girl to makeout with. Preferably, a girl with a guitar... one who can threaten to "scratch out your eyes" with her "long red nails" a la Kathleen Hanna style. Hot.
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Great, now I'm all riled up with nowhere to go but endless trips to the office kitchen, the fax machine, the copier, back to the kitchen. Shit.
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And another complaint: My job is interfering with my online shopping addiction. Damn.
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