Well I think I don't need to say it, but Tracker sucks. :) And I really need y'all to keep me from reaching over and grabbing the box of Samoas and Trefoils sitting on the desk next to me. Satan, my co-worker, brought them in today. And I'm feeling like I'm not getting anywhere so what the heck, right? But I won't do it. I'd have to confess to you guys (and CarolC, who suffers through much worse every day).
*backing away from the cookies*
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DON"T DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Think of how you'll feel as soon as you swallow that cookie. You'll feel like poop. Disappointed, guilty, angry, fat, like you can't get anything right, and this little ball of ugly will start forming in the pit of your tummy...it's not the cookie, it's self-loathing. Woah. I mean, that's how it goes for me. To you, maybe it's just a cookie :)
ReplyDeleteLOL on the coworker satan.