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I'm sitting here at work alone, and I just had some guy come into the WC and say, "Wow, it looks like Donna Summer exploded in here! Cool color," then left. O_o

You know, my job is pretty fun. I'm spending this afternoon shopping around for the best price on glowsticks and metal whistles. And even that isn't nearly as much fun as last week, when we had boxes of sex toys arriving in the mail (donations from feminist sex shops). I'm so spoiled for the real world, I tell you.

Also, I noticed today that I have accidental pen scribbles on what seems like every T-shirt I own. How did that happen? ;_;