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the first nine words of this post are a lie
The only good thing I could say about yesterday is that the cop let me and my favourite coworker go in time for me to catch the last Orange Line train back home.
I am so chill right now, though; the Dingbat is running way late to work, I cooked some amazing breakfast, I firmly expect my bosses to be sending us dinner tonight, and the last-minuters in South Boston have been at least 30% totally amazing individuals. One of them (another goddamn lesbians, which is the main reason we were there so late) proudly showed me her ShinRa business card case and I was, like, two inches from giving her the address of this blog but then went no thene no.
I am so chill right now, though; the Dingbat is running way late to work, I cooked some amazing breakfast, I firmly expect my bosses to be sending us dinner tonight, and the last-minuters in South Boston have been at least 30% totally amazing individuals. One of them (another goddamn lesbians, which is the main reason we were there so late) proudly showed me her ShinRa business card case and I was, like, two inches from giving her the address of this blog but then went no thene no.