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Take out her knees!
Oct. 7th, 2005 07:34 amWhoa. Guys have no business looking that hot, sounding that sexy, or smelling that good at 7:30 on a Friday morning.
After attending and helping out a little (who knew I was such a friggin' team player?) at the concert/street dance that our hall association hosted last night, I had time to go home and take a shower before returning to the 8-hour night shift. I've spent said night shift typing key checkout logs. I've been searching the depths of the kitchenette cabinets for the fourth dimension that I'm going to need to store all those excess hamburger and hot dog buns from last night. I put files in the hanging files (it seems redundant at first glance, but I'm told that it makes it easier at the end of the semester when we have to put the inner files in a box in the storage closet to make room for new students checking into the building in the spring). It has been a busy but not terribly exciting night. I'm vulnerable to even the mildest thrill.
Rawr. Good morning to me.
After attending and helping out a little (who knew I was such a friggin' team player?) at the concert/street dance that our hall association hosted last night, I had time to go home and take a shower before returning to the 8-hour night shift. I've spent said night shift typing key checkout logs. I've been searching the depths of the kitchenette cabinets for the fourth dimension that I'm going to need to store all those excess hamburger and hot dog buns from last night. I put files in the hanging files (it seems redundant at first glance, but I'm told that it makes it easier at the end of the semester when we have to put the inner files in a box in the storage closet to make room for new students checking into the building in the spring). It has been a busy but not terribly exciting night. I'm vulnerable to even the mildest thrill.
Rawr. Good morning to me.
