Tuesday, February 19, 2008
heard at work
Lady: You sound like you're sick too.
Me: Yeah, I've got a little something.
Lady: You look terrible.
Me: ...
Sounds like the conversation that plays in my head every time I see you.
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Me: Yeah, I've got a little something.
Lady: You look terrible.
Me: ...
Labels: dear diary
Sounds like the conversation that plays in my head every time I see you.
Put up a pict of you today...
Post a Comment
