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We were discussing how much freight we had at work and how it seemed hopeless to get it done by the end of the week.

Ted: suggestions?
Me: how about we slit our wrists and crawl into a corner to quietly bleed to death?
Liz: Oh my Gawd!
Ted: How dark! Though the darkness of it all was sort of ruined by the fact that you're sipping coffee from a Christmas mug with puppies on it.
Me: *elaborately* Life is PAIN! Anyone who tells you differently is selling something. *sticks pinky finger up and slurps loudly from her puppy cup*

Dreamed of a contest between my brother and I. We had to kill mice and then come back later and collect the bodies. Who collected the most, won. I felt a bit sad for killing mice, but there were so many! I sat on the hallway floor and dug through the closet, finding stuff from my ex coworker Jason, some Reese's Pieces that I really wanted to eat, but hesistated only because one of my dead mice were next to the bag. But the bag was closed, and the mouse couldn't have been dead THAT long... could it?

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aussiephil
Oct. 7th, 2007 01:45 pm (UTC)
Maybe if the mug puppies were dead, or at least bleeding in some way.
aubkabob
Sep. 14th, 2008 05:45 pm (UTC)
Well, they ARE splayed across a red background - I could pretend it's blood, yes?
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aubkabob
Oct. 7th, 2007 11:31 pm (UTC)
I totally thought of you and your icon when I said it, too :D
aubkabob
Oct. 7th, 2007 11:32 pm (UTC)
I'm beyond thankful that the three of us get along so well - most days, we laugh so freaking hard for the majority of our shift, being able to play off each other like that for HOURS.
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