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Evidence that I’m a Bitch: Exhibit D

“He’s not a fat guy, he’s not fat, you would never say he’s fat, but he is shapes.  He’s like an amoeba he’s always a different consistency.  He’s like a lava lamp type of individual.” -Dane Cook

There’s a guy that works in my building that is shapes.  In the last year, he has easily doubled in size.  Granted, he doesn’t seem to care too much as he eats his double breakfasts.  That’s right, double breakfasts: 2 breakfasts every single day. 

I have given him the code name Ginger Shapes.  Ginger, because he’s red headed and freckled, and Shapes because he has to be who Dane Cook was talking about in the quote above.

Poor bastard looks like a red headed weeble, it’s sad. 

More Tears

Foxy’s intern is crying yet again.  This is the 4th time in about just as many weeks.  Today the tears are because she’s running late.  Seriously, this chick needs to knock it off.  She’s getting a little too fussy for her britches.  I have never met a person that cried at work as much as she does, and I’ve only known her for about a month. 

Behold. . .

my Coconut Cream-Stuffed French Toast!

Yesterday I went to brunch with my friend Cherrybot, her husband (Daddybot), and their son (Babybot).  As we were up for trying a new place, we decided to check out Miss Shirley’s.  One look at the menu and I understood why people were willing to wait up to 2 hours for a table on the weekends-thankfully, we waited 2 minutes.

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