Thursday. Work week is almost over. Too much to do too little time nothing new there.
Mr. Politics has been trying to get me out at happy hour all week. Little does he know I faked one of my outings making him think he missed me. I never even went. LOL.
Mr. Moody - well is moody. He has let me know how many times he wishes he could turn back time. I'm not so sure he's happy at home. And then he's always telling me to be happy with what I've got. Well I'm trying I really am. And I think it's making him jealous. OMG - make up your mind.
We are going to happy hour together - all of us. Should be interesting
10:16 a.m. - 2005-04-21
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