Coffee Table Declarations
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
I hate when I'm too busy at work to update my blog. Right now I'm supposed to be working on some sort of complicated project involving a mail merge and a heavy-duty stapler. The staples in this stapler are not staples, they are tiny pieces of industrial strength steel. If you want to affix documents with these staples, you should be forewarned that you would need the Jaws of Life to remove them.
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This afternoon I went for a walk on my lunch break. In the mood to explore, I started down a small street that has mostly hair salons and strange random shops that look like they've been there since at least the 1950s, and I kid you not, there was a sign at the beginning of the street reading "No passing through, customers only". As I continued to walk down the street, knowing full well that I was in no way, shape or form a customer of anything, I felt a strange sense of guilt. I felt that at any moment some shop proprieter might burst out onto the street and demand to know exactly which business I was patronizing. This however, did not happen.
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This afternoon I went for a walk on my lunch break. In the mood to explore, I started down a small street that has mostly hair salons and strange random shops that look like they've been there since at least the 1950s, and I kid you not, there was a sign at the beginning of the street reading "No passing through, customers only". As I continued to walk down the street, knowing full well that I was in no way, shape or form a customer of anything, I felt a strange sense of guilt. I felt that at any moment some shop proprieter might burst out onto the street and demand to know exactly which business I was patronizing. This however, did not happen.
