Tuesday, May 16, 2017


I pile frozen veggies on the paper plate, cover it with another paper plate, slip the whole thing in the microwave, press play, and stand in the office pantry with a not-so-bright look on my face, while they revolve in the invisible storm of electrons that will eventually warm them to steaming hot.

The new guy walks in, and I introduce myself with a handshake which he limply returns.

"It's so hot outside right now," he says. I raise an eyebrow, and he stammers, then continues. "Not really, I just wanted something to say."
One year ago: Work to Do
Two years ago: Neighbors
Three years ago: They Must be Flaring All the Time
Four years ago: Ooooh, Burn.
Eight years ago: 5/16/09 - If I weren't so emo, I might accidentally kick somebody's ass
Nine years ago: 5-16-08 Mutt and Jeff

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