2001-04-12 | 10:39 a.m.

corduroy licorice's high school diploma was a feather in his cap.

people would ask him, "why do you have that rolled-up document sticking out of your fedora trim?"

coincidently, fedora trim was the name of a popular burlesque dancer in the 1930s.

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so work has been super-stressful, like i've been bitching and moaning about for the past few weeks. i didn't work that much overtime this week, comparably speaking, but almost every moment i was at work was riddled with stress. i've discovered that a once-a-day cry in the restroom and lunch seem to make it a bit more bearable.

today i turned to a co-worker and said: "i hear kathy lee gifford's hiring..."

i've noticed that the stress has not only worn me down physically, my default cuss word has now changed from "shit!" to "f*ck!"

ok, enough with the whining. it's the weekend. when co-workers asked me, "what are you doing this weekend?" i answered: "as little as possible."

i go sleep now. purrrrr....

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wink of the day:

for a witmeister extraordinaire, bop over to pablo. he's making an independent movie! is that cool or what? pablo kickasso, you is the man.

plus, he quoted one of woody allen's fictional journal entries: "should i marry w? not unless she tells me the other letters in her name."

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