That last one's clearly a dicknballs.
Eh, I think VEEP made a mistake with the daughter episode.
The Newsroom makes me long for Entourage.
Yes. It's supposed to sound that way.
I have an audition and a final today and I feel like poop. I don't know how I'm going to get through the day.
Female Cow-Orker made a point of stopping by my Veal Fattening Pen to say Good Morning (which she never does). Her Obvious Intent was to draw forth a Comment/Compliment from me for her Way Too Obvious Dye Jorb she gave herself this weekend (or possibly a new Wig Acquisition). I returned her Good Morning without mention of her Recent Re-Tinting.
She lingered.
I smiled.
She lingered.
I smiled (adding a slow sip of coffee).
And finally walked off...to another Cow-Orker's VFP where she Immediately Acquired That Which She Was Seeking.
Chicks.
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(They've now been talking aboot her Hair for the last 10 minutes)
((Chicks))
Sometimes I'm glad I have less than an hour of human contact per day.
I was just thinking about how chicks talk about their jobs like they're landing a shuttle on Saturn's rings. Yap yap yap, with the focused intensity of a laser beam. BUT YOU WORK AT A MUSEUM GIFT SHOP. Just put out the plastic mummy containers full of candy and fold the triceratops t-shirts. I don't care about how Teresa didn't do the weekly inventory or how Danielle looked at you funny and then ordered Jimmy Johns without you. This is why when you get a real job your husband will still never take you seriously.
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