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Monday, March 12, 2007

Fate

...likes to make fun of people. On a day when I’m dressed to my most casual to work, there happens to be a disciplinary hearing which I should be attending, had I been more appropriately attired. Somehow, I’ve always been dressed up to my best capabilities, even on Fridays where there's supposedly smart casual. Crap shit, now everyone thinks that I under-dressed and is a freaking heck care teenager. Worse, the first time I talked to the guy who roped me in, it's to tell him that I ain't properly attired. So disappointing...

you were loved at
3:56 pm

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