Thursday, August 24, 2006

(Not Very Nice) Thought Of The Day

One of my co-workers (who openly does not like me) had the fakest conversation with me in the kitchen at work. I imagine he was trying to feel me out to see if I had any idea of the infintisimal ways he was going to try to personally fuck with me and my job security today. As he stood in front of the microwave that was heating up my breakfast, I imagined the radioactive waves were penetrating his thick skull while slowly, quietly, and precisely giving him brain cancer.

(Hey, I told you it wasn't a nice thought.)


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