Just call me fattycakes.

Nov. 5th, 2004

I was so upset about losing my job, that I actually ate the burnt cookies.

Just call me fattycakes.

Pretty sad really.  Actually it's not so much the losing of the job I hate, it's the having to deal with the people at work who have never really bothered to talk to me now consoling me.  I don't need their pity, I need cookies, and stuff.  Both of those things cost monies though!

Atleast one thing can be said: It just got interesting.

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