After a week of begging for death (not really) I am finally getting better. Now... I have to go back to work. The worst day is the last day before you go back to work. I'm not quite well enough to go in but not sick enough to sleep. Today I'm going to lounge around, surf the net, harrass my boyfriend, annoy my best friend and think about all the great jobs I could do from home so that I never had to go to work again. Of course I would be spending way to much time fucking around and end up poor... but that's besides the point.

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ANNOY ME BABY YEAH!!

I THINK MAYBE YOU CAN'T BE AS ANNOYING AS ME, I AM TEH BESTS AT THIS ANNOYING BUSINESS. I DON'T USUALLY ACCEPT THE SORT OF COMPETITION YOU ARE ASKING FOR. MY WRATH IS SEVERE AND UNYIELDING. POTATOES NU-CLEAR. SEE? HAH!