New water cooler.
Wish it would have arrived clean.
Bleach is unpleasant.
Fire drill. Go downstairs.
Stand outside like morons and
go right back inside.
John has closed his door.
Why won't he answer his phone?
John is out to lunch.
It is December
seventh, two thousand and ten.
We'll only get one.
"This water tastes bad."
"The water cooler is clean."
"Nevermind. Tastes good."
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Hey Quinner, we need more blogging from you!
Beautiful, beautiful art.
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