


this makes me want to bar chartify or pie chartify new order's "bizarre love triangle" and the meat purveyors "thinking about drinking". only i don't have the technology to make such. sigh.
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oy: sometimes, i shouldn't speak. ever. sunday night at work, when i was closing out, i found myself babbling to clay, the really cute dispatcher. oh, what are you making there? oh, i used to do similar stuff when i was an art major. oh, you used to make music. i used to be in a band. i really dig your frames. they're nifty. ha ha ha.
on saturday night, i told the dispatcher, beckie, "every time i make a delivery to jester, i die a little inside." i think i need to amend that to "every time i make a delivery to jester or babble like an idiot to a guy i find attractive, i die a little inside."
it rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?
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eu-fucking-reka: ok, so, hot guy i saw at h-e-b ... doesn't work at anywhere i deliver from. he's one of the very hot bartenders at hole in the wall. i realized this while at spicy pickle. guess being in the general vicinity helped me out.

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