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And this skirt is NOT helping.
Eh! Moo!

Ann remarked that I am very matchy matchy today.
I said, I KNOW!!!!

Behold the power of doofusism. Is that a word?
Some of you may remember how at work we have our bi-weekly meeting on (every other) Thursday, and after the real business (which usually includes ridiculing each other and countless lame jokes) has been taken care of, Satan gives us a trivia question. Whomever gives the answer closest to the actual answer gets a pop. (Sorry, soda for all you non-midwesterners) (actually, I much prefer the term sodie-pop) (I'm going to quit with the parenthetical asides now, I swear)
'Tis not the pop that counts, it's the WINNING. I work with a bunch of super smarties (we like to call Puneet GoogleMaps), and boy are they competitive.
Me, I like to be an ass. All day all the time (I know, yer all SHOCKEDED), so I decided at my first meeting in July last year that I would always answer with 300. (It's…

YAY I GOT MY NEW SHOESES TODAY!!
Woot!!!
pardon the crappy collage job, too excited to make it look good!

i've been watching too much noggin with mikey again.
i swear this was taken on downward leg shot day jayv.
p.s. MY TOES ARE OUT IN THE FRESH AIR. AAAAAAAHHHH TOEGASM...

could i BE any more polish??

I AM SO MONEY BABY.

I love vacation days for no reason.
I also love six dollar scrub pants and 2 dollar socks. ooooooh yeah bitches.
p.s. say hi to sweetie!