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Aug 01, 2005 14:09

if one of my worst fears is riding an elevator alone with just another man. you can imagine that my experience five minutes ago, where the doors closed and i was trapped with five middle-aged men speaking an entire different language, shook my organs and made me laugh a whole bunch.

today is the day to get delivered flowers in midtown. i've seen over seven flower deliveries pass me by. i want flowers, except instead of flowers i want a feast. with only an apple in my stomach, i have not yet substituted my iron loss with anything substancial to rid me of this terrible mood/feeling.

my boss met and played cards with shaq in italy this past week. now co-workers are discussing bob sagets foul mouth. don't fuck em vince--don't fuck my daughters.
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