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The Rhythm Divine.

I'm pretty sure Ophelia is going to call the cops on me for swilling leftover Thanksgiving pink champagne and blaring Enrique Iglesisa, but I DON'T CARE! VIVA LA MUSICA.

The Architect got all up on me at the sink in the breakroom Wednesday while I was trying to wash a casserole dish from the potluck because I'm still everyone's bitch (like I cooked a fuckin' casserole?) and I think he must've had a little somethin to drink at his own potluck, because he's never like that. And while his hands were next to mine in the sink, I noticed that he was not wearing a wedding ring.

It is on, Architect.
I wish you'd picked a profession that I didn't have to constantly consult the dictionary before writing down, but nevertheless: Just you wait until *I* get drunk at lunch too. And I do that a lot.


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Nov. 28th, 2009 04:22 am (UTC)
Awwwww yeah.
Nov. 28th, 2009 04:58 am (UTC)
WOOOOO! Enrique Iglesias + the Architect = SEX lol. Glad to see you're writing again!
Nov. 28th, 2009 07:28 pm (UTC)
that is quite a sexy combo, you're right.
Nov. 28th, 2009 08:32 am (UTC)
Is he all powerful like the Matrix Architect?
Nov. 28th, 2009 07:28 pm (UTC)
he created the matrix. he's been waiting for me. in the breakroom.
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