3.17.2004
man i really wanna leave. the bosses are both gone, there's no one here to breathe down my neck and remind me about spring newsletters and broadcast faxes (FAXES!?! it's the 90s, people! send me an email!) and tri-color brochures and overdue invoices.
i hope z gets home early enough to show me how to turn the damn playstation on. i tried at lunch and couldn't get the sound to work. and i'm not exactly an idiot, so i'm not sure what's up. he probably had to plug it in all crazy or something. lordy.
ha! so as far as dreams about facials go (you know who you are), i was gonna ask, was it like a facial like a cucumber mask or something, or was it the other kind of facial...
sheeeit...as if i didn't already know. i'm just being funny.
i hope z gets home early enough to show me how to turn the damn playstation on. i tried at lunch and couldn't get the sound to work. and i'm not exactly an idiot, so i'm not sure what's up. he probably had to plug it in all crazy or something. lordy.
ha! so as far as dreams about facials go (you know who you are), i was gonna ask, was it like a facial like a cucumber mask or something, or was it the other kind of facial...
sheeeit...as if i didn't already know. i'm just being funny.
# posted by Nancy Cunningham @ 4:30 PM 
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