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No one should ever have to work on Friday. When I am ruler of the world that will be my first decree. To [heck] with Sunday being the day of rest. King Friday Day it is. Last night we *excitedly* went over to the new apartment to revel in our new-roomate-less-space. Oh the anticlimax. Nine keys in the kitchen drawer and not one of them locks a single door in the whole place. Landlord is out of town for the weekend...so moving will take a little longer than expected. boo.
When I got to work this morning someone had forgotten to turn the heat on in the library (where I spend my entire day) and I was shivering to my timbers waiting for things to warm up. The cute guy at work lent me his sweater- he wears a Mister Rogers (doesn't it look better as "Mister" than "Mr."?) sweater to work every day- always in muted colors- hazel browns and grays- sometimes a [the shock the horror] bland green. Its one of those old itchy wool sweaters my mother used to make me wear (handmedowns) when I was growing up. Its definitely warm and kind of nice to feel wrapped up in someone else's sweater- kind of like a day long hug. But it doesn't smell like boy, the way all of the other guys I know stuff does (case in point- a certain gray sweatshirt that stayed in my possession for far too long but despite washing never lost the faint old-spice). I miss the boy smell. That may be weird. It'll be sad to give it back.
G
When I got to work this morning someone had forgotten to turn the heat on in the library (where I spend my entire day) and I was shivering to my timbers waiting for things to warm up. The cute guy at work lent me his sweater- he wears a Mister Rogers (doesn't it look better as "Mister" than "Mr."?) sweater to work every day- always in muted colors- hazel browns and grays- sometimes a [the shock the horror] bland green. Its one of those old itchy wool sweaters my mother used to make me wear (handmedowns) when I was growing up. Its definitely warm and kind of nice to feel wrapped up in someone else's sweater- kind of like a day long hug. But it doesn't smell like boy, the way all of the other guys I know stuff does (case in point- a certain gray sweatshirt that stayed in my possession for far too long but despite washing never lost the faint old-spice). I miss the boy smell. That may be weird. It'll be sad to give it back.
G