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[bubosquared]

I've had Jayne's ballad in my head since yesterday, which is shaping up to be the one bright spot in this whole fucking day. *kicks logging program* work, damn you!

And once again, the back of my thighs is sore and stiff as if I've run five miles yesterday, and I can't figure out why. This is vexing.

Just over an hour until I can go home and do nothing for an evening and a day. Bweeee! And I have a nice bottle of wine to celebrate with, too. :D

[ETA] See, this is why they need to give my stuff to do, here. Because if I don't have any actual work that needs doing, I end up reading porn. At work. Good porn. Um. Yes. And also, gah.[/ETA]

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[sonatine.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHAA. I wish I could read porn at work. Although that would solidify my coworkers' suspicions that I really am a scary creepy perv. Who reads about men HAVING SEX zomg!

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Well, apparently even MY OWN GORRAM FATHER thinks knows I'm a perv, so you know. No use in keeping up the illusion.