I had this bright idea. Everyone at work bake a goodie for the bakers birthday at work.
We have a girl who brings in sweets often. Yummy ones at that. So it’s not even lunch time and I think I have diabetes now. The peanut butter bars alone that I brought in were too sweet even for my sweet ass tooth.
It’s not helping my concentration level either, i’m basically ready for Saturday! The sum of my workday is pretty much this:
cad: mormon guy smiled at me and what’s his face is wearing no socks
mags: wow
cad: i feel like i should make up a rap or something, right now, out of those two observations
mags: i have a hole in my pants. throw that in there, too
cad: bwahaha
mags: i should probably patch it before i get on a plane
by cad
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