I saw a picture recently(online) of a man attempting to procreate with a giant scorpion. No really. It was captioned with, "That's it, the internet's over. Everyone go home." A recent romp of a friend's myspace profile and survey of the comments left by a heavily disturbed individual who has a thing for... I don't even know how to describe it, has lead me to this same conclusion.
Work has resumed as normal, so, you know. That's just... awesome. Apparently taking powernaps on one's break is cause for a writeup. I didn't GET written up, but I did get yelled at. I mean, I was on break. I didn't know.
This fortune cookie is stale. Also, has anybody else noticed that fortune cookies don't so much deal with the future as they do with moral lessons? Or deep, intimate truths about oneself? Like this one, this one says, "You are demonstrative with the ones you love" I think most people are, but what does that have to do with the future? I was hoping for tomorrow's weather, or at least some insight as to whether or not furnishing a cave is a good idea.
Also, if you feel so compulsed, feel free to click like a madman on the links at the top of this page. It mightbe a good idea.
-AJ
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