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32,621 / 50,000 (65.2%)

Considering I'm only a day or so behind, that's not so bad. :)

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You know, I made that crack about just eating a turkey sandwich for Thanksgiving this year and now I would kill for a turkey sub from Subway. Is it the weekend yet? Need another writing weekend. *growl*

EDIT: The doofus who's on Divorce Court right now is a gigantic, idiotic sexist pig, which is amusing because the judge is a woman and if he keeps digging his hole any deeper, he's going to need mining equipment. Also, he looks like Stanley Spedowski.

SQUEEING FANGIRL OF EDIT: OMG WHY DIDN'T ANYBODY TELL ME BARACK OBAMA WAS ON THE VIEW?!!!

And now I have to leave for work. *throws hissy fit*

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So before work, I figured out the drinks machine was busted and walked over to Starbucks to get a venti chai. As I was leaving, some guy in a hoodie went running out of the door by Borders chased by a guy in a yellow shirt. It took me a second to figure it out, but the guy in the yellow shirt was one of those door guys from Best Buy.

So the hoodie guy goes running across the four lanes of traffic in front of the mall, and halfway across, the Best Buy guy loses his shoe on the median. And the hoodie guy runs off with this great big triumphant smile on his face -- right in the direction of the security guards from the apartment complex across the street.

*evil giggling*

Okay, show of hands, people. Who gets to be the greatest criminal mastermind on the planet this week?

Hoodie Guy! Put your hand down!

Bwahahahaha.

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Screw you, America: Sometimes the fish in the barrel deserve to die -- Uh, I probably wouldn't read that if I were you and I voted for Bush, because that takes the concept of a pissed-off rant to an extreme. Ouch. (Although, an amused ouch, but still. Ouch.)

Jet Crashes Before Picking Up Elder Bush -- Urgh.

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I just got my data entry for tonight an hour earlier than usual because the pile of airbills is quite possibly taller than me. *whimper* Mommy, hold me!

Hmph. There'd better be a plot to this sucker, and I'd better not get to the last airbill tonight and find out the butler did it.

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Why the hell is it that when I have a gigantic pile of work to do, the customers are everywhere?

I only have a case of the Mondays if you consider "the Mondays" to mostly include the violent urge to severely bludgeon a customer into unconsciousness.

EDIT: Sheesh, don't come in here to ask if it's okay to park in our parking lot. If you have to ask, it's probably not. Assume that when you leave we'll have a herd of elephants defile your car, park somewhere else, and save us both some time, damn it.

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I've been typing so fast for the past two hours, I'm going to go home and shove my hand into the freezer.

*whimper*

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Texas woman cuts her 11-month-old daughter's arms off. -- GYAH. What in the name of everything in existence that could possibly be encompassed by the word "FUCK" is wrong with people?!

I got a giggle today because Bam! Superbitch!, whom I already told about NaNoWriMo in a very loose definition (I have to write a big story, I have to do it in a month), came into the office today and said, "I think I read about that project you signed up for in the newspaper. 50,000 words in a month?" Now I want to know where the hell she read that, because I was all amused that she even remembered.

And I'd really love to know how my iPod got possessed. Not possessed in a bad way, it's just that it keeps playing songs that I don't even remember putting on there, like a Jessica Simpson song (My reaction? "WTFOMGFASTFORWARDDAMMIT" pretty much sums it up) and the theme song to the early-90s X-Men cartoon. The sad part is that it has no words and yet I still knew when each team member showed up during the theme song. You know what could be in the brain cells remembering that? The cure for cancer. Mmm-hmm. (I'd also like to point out that I only kind of remember where Jean came in, but all she did was yell Scott's name and wear a costume with a specially made hole for her ponytail.)

At one point today, too, it brought up "Joy and Pain" by Rob Base, which made me die laughing because it made me think of when I was on the basketball team in high school. (We used to sing that with our assistant coach. Don't ask why. We were teenage girls, for crying out loud. Our logic was not like your Earth logic, and was probably nothing like the logic of whatever planet we really came from.) Anyway, if anybody wants to know what my high school basketball career was like, "embarrassing" is the best word for it, because I pretty much sucked at every sport invented by man, but our team was small, so I got on. (Hell, the only game I was any good at was universal Frisbee, and I slammed my head off a hardwood gym floor playing that. The only reason I didn't crack my skull open is that my head's composed entirely of rubber.)

Let me put it this way. If they ever made a sports movie in the vein of "Remember the Titans" about my high school basketball team, I would have to be played by a seven-year-old Lindsay Lohan to get the height right and save money on hair dye, and then they'd have to dress her in the dorkiest clothes imaginable, give her a horrific haircut, and make her develop temporary amnesia when she got onto the court. As soon as she started playing, she'd have to alternate between guarding the wrong person, missing the basket by about five feet for two seasons straight, and throwing the basketball out of bounds as if on purpose. Then at the end of the movie, when everybody was getting ready for the game, her major contribution would be to get abducted by aliens and not be available to play. (Oh, I wasn't abducted by aliens, but God knows there must have been people who wished I had been.)

Oh, would you look at that. I'm standing in a puddle of nostalgia. ;)

Urgh. Brain hurts. Going to bed.

EDIT: But before I go to bed, the "Mosh" video has a new ending.