apocalypsos | *cries*

Dear co-workers,

Repeat after me:

"Hello, I'd like to place an order for delivery."

See? Not that hard, right? Now go try pushing buttons on the phone. That's not hard, either. Usually that's why I'm perfectly willing to order lunch for everybody.

But when I say I don't want to order today and you volunteer me to do it anyway, and then bitch and moan because I'm not calling the restaurant fast enough for you because my machine isn't working and I'm too busy doing my job, and then look at me like I'm deranged when you mill around in my line and in my way mulling over the menu, and then complain because I have no idea who's got the fucking money, and then roll your eyes when I get pissed off and yell at you all and start throwing things, you shouldn't be fucking surprised when I swear I'm never ordering lunch for anyone for me and Jess again.

Here's hoping you all fucking starve from now on because you're too goddamn lazy to CALL A FUCKING RESTAURANT. Asstards.

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Happy birthday to both

keepaofthecheez and

txtequilanights, both of whom I love like burning and think are adorable and funny and silly and faaaaaabulous. :)

So, yeah. I was going to write the both of you a shared fic -- like, really smutty Marc/Justin futurefic where they're being all "gay detective" all over the Mode offices together and then blowing each other in the copy room -- but, erm, my fic-fu is broken. *cries on your shoulders* So consider this an IOU for whenever I can get my brain to work again for this story or whatever other story you guys want me to write.

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New Heroes tonight! Excuse me while I whimper and make grabbyhands in the direction of the TV screen.

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And now to go clean my apartment. *sigh* I'm not even awake yet, damn it.