Dear Diary,

I just want you know that I can be played like a fiddle.

But enough of that. Oh PLEASE enough of that. I had a refreshing chat with Leah.

And as you most likely noticed, I updated the page layout. But I figure that’s pretty obvious.

Today has been a day spent in a sleepy haze.

I do better work when I come in late. I don’t sleep in my cube, for one.

Blah blah blah. I’m going to intentionally avoid talking about what’s on my mind, because it’s bo-ring. No one wants to read it.

So instead I’ll talk about oompa-loompas.

Phillip and I at work decided that this company is not populated by Rhesus Monkeys, no no no, it’s Ooompa Looompas.

In fact, the description of our job that we decided on is:

“Like being duct taped to a chair and being beaten repeatedly about the head, face, and shoulders with pillows by tripping Ooompa Loompas. It doesn’t hurt, you just get numb after a while.”

It doesn’t get any better than that, folks.

Connect tha dots. La la la. I’m losing my mind.

Ooompa Loompa Doompaty Doo….

By the way, Super Fast Kel, I’m following your orders!


Quote of the Entry: “Life is gonna suck when you grow up, when you grow up, yeah life is gonna suck when you grow up, it sucks pretty bad right now!”

– Dennis Leary

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