How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy (t3knomanser) wrote,
How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

Well, that was amusing...

Class didn't suck today. Go me, and my loyal readers, for every success of mine, you are allowed to share, basking in my reflected glory. Or something. Support was appreciated at any rate.

Now, I had Cate's bank card on me, so I had to bring her home food or she'd eat me- she had no money to buy any with today. On my way to Tandoor Palace, I bump into Nate, a former NHer who used to give me rides to work. I go to the Indian joint, place my order for take-out, and step outside, since I don't want to sit there forever waiting. I bump into Fiona/Jen, a SCAdian of my aquiantance. I walk with her over to Price Chopper and grab meself some doughnuts. I go back to the Indian place, pick up my food, step outside and run into Angel and Fatass, Angel being a friend of aurra_sing, and by extension, ours, because Angel rocks, and Fatass being a former Trimounter that has mysteriously worked his way back into the group of people I hang out with. Walking back to my place with Angel and Fatass, I bump into Tas and his dog.

This leads me to one important question- where are the rest of you?

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