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For the record, I blame this story for my sudden need to write Hurley/Shannon fic. I'm just sayin'.

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Today's dirty rumor comes courtesy of Oh-Woe-Is-Me-Ooooo, who overheard the supervisors saying that I might be getting transferred back to my old DHL station. *headdesk* Jesus, make up your minds, people!

In other news, you know what I could go for right now? Sweettarts Chicks, Ducks and Bunnies. And they don't come out in CVS until after Valentine's Day. (Oh, don't even get me started on Valentine's Day. Do you know that I've never had a boyfriend on Valentine's Day? I mean, never? The only Valentine's Day cards and gifts I've ever gotten were from family or friends. Bah. Need to have a boyfriend or something vaguely resembling a significant other next year simply to break tradition.)

*sigh* Somebody remind me to go down to the bulding's exercise room tomorrow morning and use the treadmill. I really need to start doing that and make it a habit. I can't afford to buy a bunch of new clothes, and I've been eating waaaay too much crap lately.

GIP!

And also:



Yeah, like that's an instruction that needs stating out loud. ;)

(Bored at work the day after a new Lost? Who, me?)