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Jun. 9th, 2004 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaEleven-hour workdays reek of peenis. But oh well, at least I can go on my little interview trip knowing that I have everything done that I'm supposed to at work.
Margaret lent me her lucky rock. She thinks it's actually a petrified clam and swears it contains magic. I ain't gonna argue with the woman.
Margaret lent me her lucky rock. She thinks it's actually a petrified clam and swears it contains magic. I ain't gonna argue with the woman.
