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Another time we were talking, and Laura playfully teased me. I now forget about what it was exactly she teased me, exactly, but the exchange is still funny.

Me: Laura dear, have I ever told you that you are a massive bitch?

Laura: Oh, why yes. I do believe you called me a bitch not five minutes ago. (Side note: I really had.)

Me: No, I merely called you a bitch. You are, however, a massive bitch.

Laura: Oh, honey, you're such a bastard.

Grant and I were scrolling through our past entries and keep finding amusing things. I figured since our one-year was coming up on Saturday, now would be an appropriate time to spam people with our awesomeness.

Grant: You were a bitch, and I was an asshole. And it was magic.

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Finally! I'm back on the big computer! The IT guys came up here to fix my internet connection and apparently there were problems with their network, too, so they fixed that while they were up here. And then after I suggested they try a ping command, they offered me a job with ResNet! And then they complimented my snark and said they'd love to have me work there.

Okay, now I have to get back to work on my damn essay. And my other project. And study for the biblical lit quiz tomorrow. It's a good thing I slept between my classes today, because I am so gonna need it.

I pinch. I pinch. I want to pinch. Why no pinch? Watch this.

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I HATE THIS FUCKING BOOK. Why do I have to do an essay on it?!

"...scathing 300 page novel/manifesto about the empty emptiness of modern existence and the futility of keeping it real in a materialistic world!" Thank you, cleolinda, for that perfectly apt description of this damn book.