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Thursday, April 10th, 2003
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12:52p - one time i called this girl “mom”
oh this is good. i thought this was going to be a terrible morning. i was up a bit late (definitely *not* watching newsies with the director's commentary, after i'd already watched newsies with the sing-along feature, because why would i do that, why would i, why, why?), forgot to set my alarm. have been staying away from dairy, so i tried eating my cereal with orange juice...which seemed like a good idea for the first 6 or 7 bites...after which i realized i ought to stop or i'd be seeing it in reverse. didn't have any of the right kind of underwear. you know this kind of morning.
so i get to work (miraculously only seven minutes late), turn on the old computer, start putting in my sixteen passwords...and then i get a whiff some morning goodness...and by "morning goodness," i mean "the pancakes and 'sausage' meal from mcdonalds." so i turn around and dan hands me that scary styrofoam container filled with unidentifiable meat products and frozen batter pancakes which somehow manage to taste like heaven and i say, "what's with breakfast?" and dan looks at me like i'm a moron and says, "dude, it's a game day."
game day. GAME DAY!!! soccer match, HLIS-Capital Markets vs. A/P-Fiscal Accounting. bloodbath at nine o'clock this glorious morning. now, i know, i know, i was a little wary, seeing as how the last time i showed up for a game, they were totally lame and didn't brawl, those a/p guys are real dicks and i was counting on my department's underlying hatred to rear its ugly head and raise hell. and it did. i don't thnk i really need to re-cap the horriffic violence--but i will say that the rumble began as a result of those a/p dicks apparently pulling in ringers...you know, like someone's 20-year-old soccer star son...anyway, accusations flew, then fists flew, then feet and finally, blood.
you know...it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world.
"i'm so stuffy, give me a scone"
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