wow, so just finished almost dying here at work after essentially inhaling a piece of grapefruit into my lung, momentarily forgot that chewing and swallowing were pretty key to successful eating, yeah.

Coughed my head almost OFF and did even ONE person here ask if I was ok? NO… gee I wonder if that is because everyone here comes to work sick all the time and now think nothing of hearing such grotesque honking and hackings? Do I have to DIE to teach you your lesson about staying home when sick? so hopefully that will be my one dorky, life incapable move for the day.

To go off on a tangent, it must be a hormonal thing that makes women love this crap.



And these hormones must have long ago dried up in me. Actually, I can’t remember ever having them. Anyway, you don’t usually see men oohing and awing over creepy images of babies done up in fancy pants Halloween type costumes. All right, the one with the daisies is ok… at least its not like a toyshop acid nightmare.