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in about 2 hours i have my Exit Interview at the bank, where there is the exchange of an inordinate amount of paperwork, and an acutal question and answer session about my job and my experience with the bank and why i'm leaving, blah blah blah. so. i need some good one-liners to give them as a send-off. ready, set.... GO! |
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"I pity Youse Ignorance." "I says, 'No, me not a virgin no more, and needer is da doggie!'" "You are inviting new and terrifying levels of pain. Anticipate Intense trauma." (courtesy of J. Vasquez) |
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ha! i love the last one. thanks. well, i'm almost officially unemployed. the champagne is in the fridge chillin, and some mango puree. also, the other liquors i mentioned. so i'm hosting happy hour at my house tonight before going dancing, and i'm going to make the following drinks when i get home: Bombay Bellini: http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/5450 Mexican Clit: http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/5651 Glaucoma: http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/3762 Lady Godiva: http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/3584 Leg Spreader: http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/1785 Dirty Mamma: http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/2567 Baby Doll: http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/4475 Vampire Kiss: http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/4795 oh heather...? :) |
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p.s. holy fucking shit i'm moving to texas! |
Happy trails, Sarah. |
ugh. must be a southern hemisphere thing |
you know, there's always that one. the one who will always get to you. he lived for many years in austin, coincidentally. so now we have something safe to discuss, cursorily and in vague summary. i don't want him now and i'm happy it didn't work out between us, but nothing and nobody has ever hurt me like he did. i can smile and laugh. i can exchange drunken pleasantries with him. but inside i will always wish i hadn't given in to him. and nearly every push-up, every bench-press, every 30 minutes on the stair climber, deep down it's all in defiance of him, and everything he stood for, real or imagined. the only thing i can hope for is that he looks at me now and sees in me his own regret. but somehow i don't think he's capable of it. and he's not even a milk drinker! anyway. this all may be sad, it may sound pathetic, but it's the truth. there's no satisfaction to be had, only a reminder that we live many lifetimes in one body. afterlife? no thanks. once around is plenty. |