Do they have a 12-Step program for that?
I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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4 Comments:
dont you live with the constant fear one day youll REALLY crack it? i know i do... we need to find better office chairs... mine reclines forward i dont know why...
I don't think I'm strong enough to actually do that kind of damage.
And sorry about the office chair. You could do what I did when I had a crappy chair. Plan and execute a series of small 'accidents' than eventually render the chair unuseable. 'Trip with scissors' into the chair, tearing the fabric badly. 'Accidently' pore some sort of smoothie onto it, something that will not only stain, but will soak into the fabric and remain sticky. Break off all the adjustment knobs and claim they just fell off. As you can imagine, this requires some commitment on you part. If you quit half-way, you will have a torn and sticky chair that reclines forward.
mimicking de niro (finger pointing): you, your good, your good... you, your good...
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