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There's a mouse living in the ceiling of my office. I've named him George Washington. his speeches are not too long as Abraham's were, they are succinct, to the point, and painfully honest. A rodent who cannot tell a lie. I tried applauding the dialogue last Monday, i was however met with silence. I could have misinterpreted a dialogue for a monologue but who can say. in either instance my opinion was apparently not requested. I'm no audience for presidential rodentia.

I have until now refused to officially write for public viewing. A week or so ago I had my palm read and was told that I could get paid for my writing. Failing to realize that she probably meant the $20 I get for writing my employee's college essays, I decided it would be time to write publicly. The main reason is probably that I don't want to seem pretentious. Who am I to be expecting you to read whats going on in my life?
oh and then twitter happened. If millions of people sign up on twitter and relay to me their current VD status or how its eerily similar that the new Maple Sausage scone at starbucks (yup, that just happened, Sausage is a proper noun and should be capitalized) looks just about the same going in as it does six hours later in the bowl, then perhaps I could join the blog community.

*Update - I'm pretty sure I offended G.W. - forgot to leave a snack behind so he would be full on the one day off I had this week. Ive recently realized I have an odd relationship with my office mate, almost everyone else in the building has set traps for the mice that overrun the 30 to 50 something year old building. Id rather set traps for the groups of obnoxious people that come in. lets poison them instead. Perhaps with poisoned maple Sausage scones?
side note, currently enjoying the musical sty-lings of janitor mike, singing along with AC/DC in the laundry room. I'll have to admit that since he's gotten used to the dentures and i think washed the Jack Daniels do-rag, hes a bit more tolerable. though i never new AC/DC dropped the f-bomb that much..

" feckin dirty deeeeds - done fuckin dirt ass cheeap, diiiirty feckin deeds"

pretty sure that's not even close to what its supposed to be or sound like but to be honest i cant hear the song over dirty janitor mikes glorious belting...