First and foremost!! My post aren't coming through!! BAH. I took these yesterday. I'm still knee deep in refiles and scans and enter as new and OMIGOD. I ran out of paper clips and had to go beg one of my neighbors. I laughed so hard cuz she had this mangled paper clip and I was like... you can keep that one thanks. And she was like "I wouldn't give you my scraper anyway". Oh so professional.

Who wants to be my paper slave? DISCLOSURE: I will not be held responsible for paper related injuries(ie: paper cuts)

And those pringles are not limited edition. I got me some of the mexican ones like 3 months ago! They were delicious!!!

Luuuunch!


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Man oh man. Never really not wanted to come to work. And when I pulled up today... I just thought of all the sudden deaths that could happen so I didn't have to go inside but I sucked it up anyway. Printed off my stacks and stacks of paper. Did some faxing. And sat down to find out my veggie cream cheese... was veggieless.

Assholes.

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So some kid is having a bastard child and we are celebrating with food. YES! There is cake too. Be jealous andrew.

And y'all remember those smelly markers? My cubby buddy Ry gave this to me. I got a goood buzz!


Is it 5pm yet?! Im bored. Where all the crazies at?


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I never ever ever eat in the cafeteria at my work. Its a damn shame too because they have bomb food. I just like to get fresh air during my cubicle filled day.

So my cubby buddy ryan got some bomb sesame marinated stuff the other day and I had my heart set on it. Its oh so rainy today so I figured... perfect cafe day. Ryan emails me this am to tell me that its taco day. IMMEDIATE PURE BLISS. I hustled my ass down there at lunch time. Made a bomb taco salad. Got some beets and marinated mushrooms. A peanut butter cookie which are TO DIE FOR.

Last picture... my progress on my taco salad after 45 min. :/

Ps. Andrew. I wanna work with you diggin that steez ;)



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Here's a little(huge) story about my voting trip.

First of all, the last time I voted was four years ago. Besides the fact that I completely purged my brain of the experience the moment bush was announced as the winner, feeling like an utter failure even though my state swung blue... that was a fuckin long time ago. Thus leading to my first problem... where did I register to vote?

You see... I've had quite a few addresses. And I can't remember WHEN I registered. Was it when I turned 18? When I was in college? My first address? Second? Third? Etc. So I just assume... vote where I voted last. So there I went. With all three addresses for that city in mind. I was wrong the first time. And thankfully right the second, which only required me to walk around the corner.

I walked up, gave my name, and shockingly...to me anyway... that was good enough. How did they know I was Kimberly Kane. How did they know I wasn't voting for someone else in some scheme to secure Obama in his spot? Well, accordinging to picture two, that bitch clearly has more important things to worry about.

I took my ballot, walked to my booth, which was more shakey than california during an 8.9 earthquake. Read the instructions. Perfected my circle in the hole next to Barack Obama. Checked it a milli times. Then did eenie meenie miinie moe on the rest of the candidates...and voted no on anything that asked me to approve millions of dollars for nothing.

I'm not gonna lie. I tried peeking at other peoples votes while waiting in line to submit my ballot... and looked away when caught doing so. I mean COME ON stand up for what you believe in. Jerks.

So. Now...the wait begins. lovingly-kimmie ka pow

My mom is obessed with this dry erase board I bought her almost 10 years ago. And today it was all obama!

Sometimes she's cool and packs me lunch. I really only let her because its pretty much the highlight of her surburban mom day... so I bust out my sandwich at lunch time to find more political hoopla.

Im just glad she's voting for obama. We all know she voted for bush last election cuz she knew he was gonna win and thought he would KNOW that she voted against him.

Bitch packs a mean lunch though. And my job gave me a gift for donating some of my pay to united way. I designated it to go to the boys and girls club cuz I support young poor kids.

Holla. Don't forget to vote.

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My steup. My works motto(and no it has nothing to do with me being late every day). My post it note from my coworker patrick. He once thanked me in a conference for being late everyday so he doesn't look "so late". It makes me laugh everyday. My dunkin donuts(lifeline) and my mini boxes of oj keep me goin. And my badge. You know you're jealous.

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I'm ridiculous. Lets just get that out of the way. I have self diagnosed ADD. I talk a lot. And a lot about ridiculous random shit. But I amuse myself, and occassionally others... and it keeps me happy. In my sophmore yearbook some kid wrote "she who can laugh at herself will never cease to be amused". He was an asshole, but I never forgot it.

I'm a 23 year old single white female addicted to details. I worked with mentally retarded teenagers who had behavioral disorders for 2.5 years. It was the most life altering experience of my life. Bit. Kicked. Spit on. Punched. Tackled. Hair pulled. And called a cunt whore nukka bitch on a daily basis. I would contribute 45% of my ridiculousness to that.

I now work at an insurance company. I love chinese food. I can't explain anything simplistically. I'm always late. Always. I'm a walking contradiction. I hate to explain myself, and will do it for hours(*end up doing it for hours).

I swear, I'm the best thing to happen to you.

I look badass at awkward angles. I talk shit about pretty sunsets. Tell yo mama to vote fo obama. And feed me lollipops for breakfast. -- Sent from my T-Mobile Sidekick®

I'm stuck in the backseat of a car with two boys on the way to watch football. Boys are horrible drivers. They also argue like bitches. Okay so maybe not all boys. And maybe not all the time. Thank god for dunkin donuts.

Me: I wish I had a cup holder back here. Brent: There's one back there. Me: Its occupied. I'll just put it between my thighs. Anthony: Bet that's not the first time you said that this week.


Did I mention I don't do football? This should be interesting.

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