August 5th, 2004
today is my last day at this job.
I'm surprisingly broken up about it. I hated the job, but I'm really going to miss the people.
They got me a going away present.
I fuckin love these guys.
what's your guyses schedule? when do youse leave?
will there be time to spare for bidding farewells?
sad to know youse are gonna soon be far far away....
Oy, we've got no time at all between now and then, but we should be around badgerhaus most evenings if you want to swing by.
It'd be nice to see you before we go, but damn is there a lot going on.
but you've got friends and family here, so you guys aren't leaving forever. if we don't happen upon you two lovelies before you leave, we'll see you soon i'm sure.
(by soon, i mean, within the next year-ish).
|Date:||August 5th, 2004 08:09 am (UTC)|| |
So here I am trying to decide if your head is being squeezed between somebody's knees, or if you're just wearing a pointy hat.
(I'm sure if I got more sleep, the world would stop presenting me with optical illusions that aren't.)
the rest of that picture's even stranger -- salad claws, full suit, etc.