octobre 30, 2003
saint shivers
it smells like ripe mangoes in here. for a minute, i thought the smell was originating in my cubicle, that perhaps i'd been canonized without knowing it and had actually died in a horrible wreck on my way to the office, that ripe fruit was the smell of my sainthood and rotting flesh.
then i realized that sally sue was drinking fruit tea. and that i'm not catholic, which pretty much ruled out the canonization.
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