I've never had zucchini bread nor them stuffed. Must find recipes!
My arms are often covered in bruises and cuts from my daily battles with dogs and cats so I get weird looks sometimes. Sometimes, they go beyond looking. Today, a woman followed me into the restroom at the grocery store to offer me a card for a women's shelter. I mean.. I know Sprinkles tore my shit up but I don't look like a beaten woman. >_<
I just re-dyed my hair and cried at the results. I look so fucking standard. Factory issue.
I got that job, by the way
I went into the office today. This is not what makes me frown.
Someone took my pen. I know when I left the office Friday, I specifically set down my pen in the same location as always...right on top of my Rhodia pad. This is not just any pen. This is my favorite...a Pentel Vanishing Point. I had to use my own hard earned cash to buy this because life is too short to subject one's hand to the discomfortable trash of writing with those standard issued Office Depot branded cheap ass plastic ball points that my company provides. This is what I'm forced to use right now because some heartless cunt thief has taken my favorite instrument.
My current and most obvious suspect list includes everyone on my floor and the cleaning crew. Tomorrow I will hunt down this criminal. When I find the culprit I'm taking back my pen and I'm going to shove this cheap inferior plastic POS that's not fit for a caveman right up their asshole.
My green office desk lamp wasn't turning on. When I followed the power cord below, not only do I see that it has been unplugged but lo and behold I find my pen next to the unplugged cord. Then when I flip open my pad, the last written page has "HI!" in obnoxious big print. The plot thickens...so instead of a petty thief it appears I have become victim to a corporate terrorist.
Well seems I have foiled their plan. I'm sure they didn't expect me to come in today, and wanted to see me throw a fit. I'm just going to play it cool tomorrow and let this original prankster exposé them-self when they don't receive their desired reaction. And then when they do, I'll shove the cheap ballpoint up their asshole.