Everything is wrong with me
Monday, March 29, 2004
 
stink
Someone is eating some sort of seafood dish for lunch, and the entire fucking office stinks. But it doesn't smell like someone is eating seafood - it smells like someone has taken a bushel of live crabs, popped off the lid, and is throwing the fucking crabs all over the place, smashing them against the walls and ceiling. I can almost see the smell coming under my office door and attaching itself to my clothes.

The best part is that I have some stupid meeting this afternoon where I'm supposed to meet some people, which is good, because I don't have enough trouble getting people to like me on my own - now I have to do so smelling like the fucking bay.

God damn it.



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