2001-07-10 & 3:43 p.m. : so so sick
so, the Co-Worker just threw pretzels at me over the cubicle wall.
so, the Co-Worker just threw pretzels at me over the cubicle wall.
it think someone's got a C on me.
and this time it's not the 54 year old parking garage attendent, nor the west indian coffee guy, nor even the guy who sells me cigarettes.
no, this time, it's worse.
it's...the...Co-Worker.
the new country singing, flat-top jarhead having, desert lizard lat spreading, hammered getting Co-Worker.
so gross. so nasty.
i am going to be so sick.
