Happiness welled up inside me as the sun descended from the sky through 3 floors of concrete to shine over my cubicle. A soft rain fell, the kind that makes you toss your silky hair, laugh, and giggle. A soft bed of roses bloomed over my computer desk, while delicate ivy climbed the colorless walls. A group of leprechauns entered my lonely office. We danced a jig while they sang Andy's first post to me. I let tears of joy fall down my face on the most glorious of days.
Okay, not all of that happened in exactly that way. The flowers were real, though. The thorns are really cutting up my hands. And I don't know what to do with 4 drunken leprechauns...
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Get them even more drunk so that they will tell you the locations of their secrets pots of gold. Duh.
I tried that. Their interpretation of 'secret pots of gold' is on line with the man from nantucket...
I'm going to wait and savour Andy's new posting. I've bookmarked it and will read it when I'm not so down.
Andy rocks.
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read me and weep
And StatsCounter is the BOMB.
so sorry you're down. That's not fun.
this made ME laugh outloud!
Thanks, Jasmine. I haven't been in the hitting homeruns lately, so nice to know I make contact with the leather occasionally.
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