| Current mood: |  shocked |
| Current music: | old Jim Croce albums |
Flowers!
I can't believe it....I'm speechless......
When I got off the plane I headed straight for Morrow Library. The company fiscal meeting week was sooo horrible that all I wanted to do was see my friends again. I swear, there should be something in the rulebook about it being ok to slay motivational speakers and vice ceos, they are worse at torture than any monster I've ever faced. Well I walked into the training room and everyone was just lying around with various expressions of being worn out. Not noticing how worn out they were, I started off into a large rant of how horrible my trip was and how it was worse than anything that could've happened to anybody while I was away, then stupidly I asked them if anything happened while I was gone. Bad idea, because then everyone lifted up their shirts to reveal all these bandages and bruises all over their bodies! I was so struck back at all the injuries that I just stood there with my mouth open. Then, just as I was gaining my composure, Ramone gets up, walks over to exactly where I was standing in the doorway, hands me a bouquet of flowers, says, "Pick me up at 7:00pm," then grabs his cane and heads out of the door leaving me standing there stunned and stammering for another full minute. Ramone got up and he...and then he handed me....and then he said...................Umm, oh my.....I er, well...
I'VE GOT A DATE!
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