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"The Freeks I Work With"

Countdowns:
2 days til trip to San Diego;
6 days til Suns season;
9 days til My Birthday;
10 days til Rob Thomas in concert;
34 days til Babyface in concert.

Song of the Day: Celebrity by *Nsync (Live - PopOdyssey DVD)

The Hellspot is full of horny people I tell you. Yesterday, it was asked what do you call a guys load when he gets off. Today, it was part 2 of that conversation and whether or not the impression art work in our break room was 1 guy beating off or 3 guys beating off. I think it's just a bunch of colors but that is the art history nerd in me analyzing shit. I think all this has to do with some fucking loser pervert guy from Indiana calling in on one of the herb@l v!@gra lines trying to get off. (We know he is from Indiana because we had his shit traced and called the cops.) First of all, it's a toll free number he is calling. How much of a loser are you that you have to call a toll free number to get off? That tells me not only are you a LOSER, you are fucking cheap and/or broke too! Second, why would you call us? We don't know shit about the product. Do you really think that a selling pitch would get you off anyways? And third, how much of a fucking loser are you that you have to call SIXTY-SEVEN times in 2 DAYS?! Really people. Get a life. Get online. Visit a porn store. Something. Just don't call me. Damn.

So that has been my work week so far. Oh and the BLAS. Lately, everytime he sees me, he smiles and I can't help but smile all damn girly and walk over to him. Fucker.

My laundry is done spinning so off I go. Oh yeah. Anyone know of anything cool to do in San Diego that doesn't require alot of walking? Me and Fab have been going back and forth about what to do. I really don't care. I just wanna see my friend but she feels the need to entertain me. I don't wanna do anything that will make her too tired because she doesn't need to go to the hospital again. She says she's fine but I know how she is. Anyways. Off to laundry land!


	October 26, 2005 at 2:34 a.m. "The Freeks I Work With" Countdowns: 2 days til trip to San Diego; 6 days til Suns season; 9 days til My Birthday; 10 days til Rob Thomas in concert; 34 days til Babyface in concert. Song of the Day: Celebrity by *Nsync (Live - PopOdyssey DVD) The Hellspot is full of horny people I tell you. Yesterday, it was asked what do you call a guys load when he gets off. Today, it was part 2 of that conversation and whether or not the impression art work in our break room was 1 guy beating off or 3 guys beating off. I think it's just a bunch of colors but that is the art history nerd in me analyzing shit. I think all this has to do with some fucking loser pervert guy from Indiana calling in on one of the herb@l v!@gra lines trying to get off. (We know he is from Indiana because we had his shit traced and called the cops.) First of all, it's a toll free number he is calling. How much of a loser are you that you have to call a toll free number to get off? That tells me not only are you a LOSER, you are fucking cheap and/or broke too! Second, why would you call us? We don't know shit about the product. Do you really think that a selling pitch would get you off anyways? And third, how much of a fucking loser are you that you have to call SIXTY-SEVEN times in 2 DAYS?! Really people. Get a life. Get online. Visit a porn store. Something. Just don't call me. Damn. So that has been my work week so far. Oh and the BLAS. Lately, everytime he sees me, he smiles and I can't help but smile all damn girly and walk over to him. Fucker. My laundry is done spinning so off I go. Oh yeah. Anyone know of anything cool to do in San Diego that doesn't require alot of walking? Me and Fab have been going back and forth about what to do. I really don't care. I just wanna see my friend but she feels the need to entertain me. I don't wanna do anything that will make her too tired because she doesn't need to go to the hospital again. She says she's fine but I know how she is. Anyways. Off to laundry land!