Monday, August 22, 2005
Fuzzy on my mind
This morning I feel a little.... fuzzy.
People keep talking about lint. I can hear it through the hole under my desk that leads into the Break Room.
One of these days the pieces will fall together and all of this will finally make sense!
The wya things have been going around here, I don't think I'll be getting any toerubs today.
Signed,
Sad, Lint-covered Boss
People keep talking about lint. I can hear it through the hole under my desk that leads into the Break Room.
One of these days the pieces will fall together and all of this will finally make sense!
The wya things have been going around here, I don't think I'll be getting any toerubs today.
Signed,
Sad, Lint-covered Boss
