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[Apr. 10th, 2012|01:34 pm] |
Regardless of that list, I have managed to withhold my position and business. Of course, the list of conditions in which I am able to resume my work are ridiculous, but I suppose I shouldn't complain. Naturally, the entire network is now being monitored to ensure there are no "questionable" correspondences exchanged. How incompetent do they believe we are?
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[Feb. 24th, 2012|09:53 am] |
This is absurd. Absolutely and utterly absurd. Do any of these people know who I am long before I had some rag tag miscrient wandering around in my head?
I don't want to even begin to imagine what my office looks like. I can't get in touch with my assistant. Everything is frozen and filled with static. If any of these politicians and government-types think that I'm going to continue supporting them with both my votes and my generously donated suits and dresses for their uptight, silicon-filled wives, oh they certainly have another thing coming to them.
And when is that MTN thing getting fixed? One more second in this place and I may use this optic beams on everyone here |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2012|04:44 pm] |
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More winter? How absurd. Doesn't that dirty rodent know that the winter lines are on lower-priced sales racks by now, and that the winter lines for next year are currently in production? |
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[Jan. 28th, 2012|07:54 pm] |
For the love of all that is good and Gucci, how many times do I have to tell people that gray does is not the equivalent to charcoal gray? There is a distinct difference that any decent designer, or artist no less, should be able to spot without too much difficulty.
Allow me to provide the less refined with examples:
THIS IS GRAY.
THIS IS CHARCOAL GRAY.
Completely different shades in every way, shape, and form.
It makes it even more complicated that whenever I mention the term "gray", Scott feels the need to go into broken-hearted woes of a female named Jean.
Blessed Chanel, Scott Summers is going to be the death of me... |
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