So, one thing I'm not thankful for is that the ads were do a day earlier. I did my part but others didn't do theirs so I got to do ads two days in a row.
"She says "Thanks""
I say "Fuck her" but I say it to myself. Don't have the receptionist second hand me one of your messages; pick up the phone your damn self.
Outward though, there is just a sly smile. For me anger is often mean creative energy that I let explode in controlled areas, usually in my the thinking area of my head. Then I move on, after I make a note.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
2 days ago
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