So this impertinent little Word paper clip is giving me bedroom eyes. Should I be concerned? Do I get to say, "Mr. Paperclip, that is sexual harassment and I don't have to take it!"? (punctuation is proving difficult right now.) I swear it just undressed me with its googly-eyes.
And a guy who I think was nuts called today while I was playing receptionist. He said his name was "Taylor Taylor." I think it's a sign.
This is what office work does to me.
'nuff said.
That is all.
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A Childish Charlatan's Charades About Chicago. (Formerly: A myopic misanthrope's misadventures in Massachusetts.)
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