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Let’s Get Fizzical - From a Fanta bottle spotted by cheryllogic in Singapore.
“I wanna get fizzical, let’s get fizzical…
let me hear your bubbles pop.”
Email correspondence:
Client: “My internet isn’t working, and I need to check my flight number, and my stocks, etc.”
Me: “What are you emailing me from?”
Client: “What do you mean? A computer obviously.”
(6 minutes pass while I wait for him to put it together)
Client: “Hello? Are you going to help me or not??”
Never fear, no powerpuff girls have sought to make me cry today.
And also, I fixed my theme. Not so sure if I like it, lol. But it works for now. I love you!
T/Y for the ha has. Love them. The guy who speaks American….were u thinking of ur dad? lollers.
Off to Training camp…YAY me. M3
I’m sorry, kitten, I’m just not diggin’ it.
If you want me to see something, you’ll have to remind me to come look, esp. w/ gardening season coming on. The rain today gave me time to check in.
<3
First, Lord: No tattoos.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance.
Honestly. It ain’t easy being a young lady today.








