COLOSSAL WILD SHRIMP.

Damn you, Pathmark, for advertising that crap and making it necessary for me to spend that money. Well, not with you, but with Price Chopper, who have said shrimp two dollars cheaper. HA. Pwned, n00bs.

... I'm in a silly mood, don't mind me. I think I'm hungry. I think I should get something to eat before Mom and I leave. Anyway. >_>;;

And DAMNIT, we were supposed to be getting AWAY from the Manns by going apple picking, and they're meeting us at the freaking orchard? What's the point? I don't like them, they're spoiled rotten.

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Okay, we're leaving. But first, I have to say this.

A few days ago, our EAP representative sent an e-mail about personal hygiene. (She sends random health tips and things like that. I save all of them. Very informative.) The e-mail dealt with body odor, flatulence, bad breath... you know, the usual suspects.

Now, I don't know if he read it... but Jim was standing at the copier, which isn't far from my desk, and he let one off. This is not the first time the man has farted near me. And it's like it never happened, except my nose hairs are curling up and dying.

Yeah. Anyway. *shuts down*