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so tomorrow at work, my project is to construct a gigantic sign that says "this is brian's coke. not yours. i'm not quite sure what the mentality is that after years of there being no coke in the fridge, suddenly there is a case full of it and you assume that it must be for public consumption. Also, everyone in this goddam office knows that i drink lots of coke, because you all make idiot jokes about it when you see me like 'time for your fix?' or 'you drink a lot of coke.' so you really have no excuse to fucking take MY coke that YOU make jokes about. go to hell, and stop stealing my shit. thank you."

besides finding out that people had drinking the LAST of my coke (not even the decency to leave me a can), i wrote 5 pages for class today. it was fiction, and i really enjoyed writing it. i'll post it tomorrow as i left the disk at work.

after class i came home and got on with my laundry and then i had some im conversations and then i played super nintendo for a while and then and then and then and then i called katie and asked her to work out and she was all up in my grill being like "i don't want to work out with you hoser," and i said "i'm not a hoser, you're the french canadian, bitch" and she was like "shit, dog."

and in sad news, i am going to go to bed now, which means no more super happy fun writings. ever*

*super happy fun writings will return tomorrow