Monday, February 06, 2006


I have 3 hours til my exit interview, where they will make me promise to not steal company secrets. I am perfectly down with that. Post-it notes, on the other hand.... come to me, my pretties. We shall make extensive art projects with you, paper the walls of my upstairs bathroom, etc.

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Sidenote to everyone in the known world: my phone is acting v. v. screwy. It is impatient and unkind. I have not responded to your 75000000 text messages because of this recent massive phone tantrum/freakout. Yes, yes, I know. Bomb in the chest cavity/Christina Pumpkinhead Ricci freaking out. Confirmed. Enough already.

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