- When I brought my lunch money over to H. (which is really what I call her even though her name is Heather), nobody was around. So I decided to march down to her office like a soldier from the Nutcracker, or at least what I thought was a soldier from the Nutcracker. As I was rounding the corner with my leg straight out and my arm swinging, I ran into a co-worker. “What in the hell are you doing?” he asked. I told him the truth because there’s no way to even begin to lie your way out of that one.
- I have not chatted with a single person via IM today (yet). This is most unusual and probably the first time in about 82 years that this happened.
- I’m convinced the undersides of my breasts are allergic to all my bras because they itch like fuck lately, and I can’t figure out why since I haven’t changed any of the detergents used to wash my bras or the stuff I use to wash my breasts.
- It snowed a little bit today while I was at work, and as my dad likes to say the roads were ‘slickery.’ But I made it home alright without my heart racing once or my shoulder muscles tying themselves into knots.
- Seamus made me read these Napkin short stories in the February, 2007 issue of Esquire some of them were really very good. One of them really turned me on. I didn’t tell Seamus that though.
- Is itchiness a symptom of cancer?
- The thought of making dinner makes me want to take a nap.
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You need to let the boobies air out.
Preferably on camera. It’s good for them.
I see now that could be read as “let the air out of the boobies” which would be totally not the right thing to do. It should be “let them out to get some fresh air”.
That might help. I think they just need some TLC from someone other than me.