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9.25.2002

I hate the print shop. Like with a strong passion. Like if I wasn't a sane individual I might bash all the copiers and folders and staplers and hole punchers and cutters and stacks and stacks of paper with a baseball bat. I hate it. And whats worse, the only thing keeping me sane besides Jesus is a 800 lb sumo wrestler, hawaiian guitar playing, singer who I have looped on my cd player playing Somewhere Over the Rainbow all day while the copiers click click click click away. Somewhere over the rainbow man. Good song.

9/25/2002 03:52:00 PM | Permalink