Wendy's "Blister In the Sun". A song about sex for selling food. Hmmm... correlation?
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
How you can claim
sex is killing you. You see, it was a meat-packing injury. I believe that's the right term for bruising. Ouch. The job title you'd have, of course, would be HB (hot beef) Installer.
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notation more for me
Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Monday |
19th | 20th | 21st | 22nd | 23rd | 24th | 25th | 26th |
11-8 | off | 2-10 | 11-8 | 2-10 | 12-8 | 12-8 | 11-4 |
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pictorial hints of work
It smells like work. I won't name the company. I was asked today if this is what I want to do. I responded, "yes" of course, but this core is but a part of what I would be doing ultimately.
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