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darkchoc
Thursday, February 27, 2003
I am: fluffy, pink bunny-wabbit slippers.
My boss is: hard-edged, black-leather briefcase.
We clash instead of complementing each other.
He says things like:
"Amy is... different... new and fresh..."
"You're so idealistic, to me the bottom line is the most important thing."
And during lunch today, we had this exchange:
He: Can you feel it?
Me: Yes, it's the Dark Side!
He: It's the winds of change...
When I lose my wide-eyed innocence and become cynical and jaded, it'll be all thanks to him. I can feel his influence already.
Must...resist...the...Dark...Side...
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