Monday, January 31, 2005

I had to scratch...

I was picking my nose at my desk (it was the itch that convinced me to) and I thought I saw someone watching me from behind from the reflection on my cubicle. I looked harder instead of turning around and no one was there. Why did I get so nervous? I hate that feeling. It’s normal to pick your nose damn it. I had to scratch the itch.
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