Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Today, I Think My Speakers Broke.
When the woman from next door, the one with the big hair, walked into our office, I was returning money to petty cash. I looked up at her and she was one of my close friends from highschool. She recognized me and said, "Hello Brendon." and walked out of the office. When I went to find her, she was back to being the woman from next door. The one with the big hair.
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It's killing me, Brendon. What money? What suit? What White House?! WHAT OFFICE?! What do you DO? Oh God please tell me.
GOD DAMMIT! You're so hot it's making me crazy, if I could express tearing at a buttondown oxford shirt in a fit of lust for you it would look like this:
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