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2004-12-08 - 8:33 a.m. Seriously yall, if you’re gonna insist on bringin yo stanky, nassy onion sammiches to work, you can NOT eat them at your desk!! Go to the lunchroom! That’s what it’s FOR! Don’t be stankin’ up my workspace, makin me all barfolicious for the rest of the afternoon with your gross brown-bag offerings! ::: what’s that? Oh why, yes, I AM eating yet another bag of pretzels with my lunch. No, it’s not because the dry, sawdusty, salty little morsels are just that good. It is because I have no idea how to get the stupid little bag out of the machine when the coil mechanism doesn’t turn enough to actually drop the bag into the slot for my eager retrieval, but leaves it dangling there….taunting me…except to purchase yet ANOTHER crummy bag of the things just to knock the first bag down. i refrained from “rocking or tilting” the machine, because according to the stick figure on the warning sticker, I could be crushed and/or injured by the machine. I did, however, give it a couple of healthy Whumps with my hip in an effort to jar my pretzels loose. While I am a rather hefty gal, I have to admit I was no match for the Evil Vending Machine of Doom. So THAT is why I am eating pretzels for lunch two days in a row. You may be wondering why I even buy them in the first place, if I dislike them so much. The truth is, i don’t actually dislike them, but they are definitely not my first choice in a salty-snack. However, I am trying very hard indeed not to eat That Which is BAD for Me, (which, of course, was my first choice), so I buy pretzels instead of chips and/or chocolates. I tell you what, though. That’s the last handful of couch-cushion change that damn machine gets from me! Well, at least until next week, when I really really REALLY have to have a snack. Um…anyone know a better way to get the dangling packages out without buying two?? (tee hee…dangling packages! *snicker*) ::: know what’s cool? Thinking it’s still only Monday, and then finding out it’s already Tuesday. ::: by the way, we named the fish Jack. And I quote,” im sorry but the Rules say you have to name the fishy "jack sparrow".” Who am I to break the rules?? ::: Is it socially acceptable to lip sync on the bus? Because, I’m finding it very hard to keep my, um….enthusiasm, in check. Normally when I listen to music I either lip sync very expressively, or else I will actually belt out the tune at top volume. Not only that, but I have a tendency to dance around flamboyantly, shakin’ my boot-tay like nobody’s bidness, you know wut I’m sayin’? werd. (ya, I don’t know where that came from either). I guess I’ll have to work on that, cuz I think I was creeping out a kid on the bus today. ::: so, we think Husband has mono. He hasn’t actually gone for blood tests yet, but there are all the signs and symptoms of it. Damn. Just for the sake of interest, I told Chicken that mono is also sometimes called the “kissing disease”, which totally freaked him out when Husband said he might have got mono from a guy at work. Hehehehe. While I know that Husband has not been locking lips with the blokes at the office, I HAVE been locking lips with HIM. Double damn. He better keep his nassy-ass germs to hisself. No WAY I want mono! ::: give us a kiss, eh love? 
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