Setaú úta (setauuta) wrote,
Setaú úta

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Notes for the day

Dear Day: You seriously needed to die several hours ago. You're luck you're dead now, 'cause I would have killed you.

Regards, Me

Dear Printer: What's wrong, baby? Haven't I been good to you? Haven't I given you paper, toner, love and affection? So why must you turn on me like this? Huh?

I hope you get over yourself and your snit over the weekend. I might have to lay the smack down, otherwise.

Love, Me

Dear StephiePod: Thank you for being full of Broadway goodness. You've made today much easier, and...yeah.

Love! Me

Dear Self: Singing along to "Big Spender" is not permitable in the office. Not even if the boss is gone for the day.

*facepalm*s, Me
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