Scared Bunny

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I forgot to add

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

All of this started literally because I was too tired to stay at my desk. I couldn't just sit there because I would fall asleep. I'd say that's a medical problem. So I got up and did the only thing I could do, which was talk to people. It seems people find the idea of sitting on Twizzlers to warm them up odd (trust me, they're better warm) and others thing that the fact that Twinkies burn in a microwave is dangerous.

it's not like I was sitting on peoples' food or burning Twinkies.

People are just too fucking boring for thier own good.