I Wanted a Souvenir
I finally got my laminated ID card with my photo on it. It's beautiful. It gets me in the building, the cafeteria and the office. Alas, since it looks like they hired someone, tomorrow will be my last day. Again. But due to company policy, they have to "destroy my card". And I've just started to get used to the feel of the cold plastic that allows me such sweet access.
posted by Tempy @ 11:03 AM
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My ID card gets me into the girls' panties. Also ever since I met you on New Years I've thought that you and Matt have this will they/won't they relationship that you just don't find anymore on television; Apt 138 on Monday just added fuel to the fire. You could cut the tension with a sharp stick.
Wow. That's a lot of tension.
Okay, "Alphabets". Is it the fact that he bought me a drink? Super hot, especially at at open bar. Unfortunately my friend, the only person I made out with was L-Rose. Right, baby?
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