14APR04: I thought today would be a bad day at work. I wore three of my favorite things to cheer myself up (leather vest, black flowy skirt I spent way too much on but had to have, and a necklace my sister made) but didn't need any of them, as it turns out. Because Azman (isn't that a great name) decided that he would bring in a few boxes of Peeps to share with the masses. He put a Post-It on the box that said something like "Have a Peep" with the word "FRESH" underlined below. Now why this is funny requires a whole back story about an NCAA betting pool, so I won't go into it. However, everyone who is anyone knows that Peeps are better stale. You need to take them out of that box and let them breathe. You know, just like real chickens. Only evil fast food people leave chickens penned up and crammed together- we prefer free range chickens that get to stroll around the same green field those California cows scored.
