Every e-mail I send to my coworkers pretty much involves me yelling at them for not picking up after themselves. I feel like I should add to the end of each one "you can fold your own gosh-darn laundry" and/or "just wait until your father gets home, then you'll be sorry!".
also, I would much rather be waiting in line for free Lupe Fiasco tickets at Tower Records than be at work today. Stupid adult responsibility. You just have to fuck up everything, don't you?
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oh my god. you *are* the funniest girl alive. here's the proof.
love you,
nerdy by nurture
who are you, anonymous poster? reveal thyself!!!
oh, its me, your stalk-y sister beck:) love you!
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