Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Dry Dizzat Chronicles: Chapter III

8:45a.m.: Somebody fuckin' with me already. ...I get to my cube and there is a half empty box sitting there. Why? Whoever left it there, there was no note and from what I can tell it was a box that had a keyboard and mouse in it. Why not just take it out and leave a note or something? No. Testosterone Overload reaction: Say "Who the fuck left this box here?" No response? Cool. I toss it across the room out of my gaddamn cube. I'm here for 12 hrs today and we gonna start with THIS bullshit???

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