WHERE HAVE ALL THE COWBOYS GONEEEEEEE?!?!
yipyeehaw, yipyeeay, yippieyah, yippyyipyayyeahyeahyiyiyeah.
brought to you by: seven mindnumbing hours of voicemail messages and blasting fax tones.
was told it only gets worse from here.
and an eeyore-ish 'oh well' to that.
the things we do to ourselves for money...
at least I have my buddy bard to chillax me out. conversational car rides, peanut m&m's, and both of us calling each other babies - me threatening to punch him, egging him to punch me - and miscellaneous nirvana facts.
I was doodling 'Charleston' in big bubbly cursive letters at work today. Hmm.
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