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Sometimes my job really, really pisses me off.

I could go into a whole big long story about it, but let's just say that yesterday morning, I walked all the way to the bus stop with my grottiest bra hooked onto the back of my backpack before I realized it was there and stuffed it into my pocket, and that was the best part of my workday.

Meme!

I've seen a few of you do this, with frickin' hilarious results, so now I want a go.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

This is what it sounds like when unicorns cry

Because it's Friday afternoon and--everyone say it with me--there's no one in my office, I decided, for nolemonsnomelon's benefit, to Google "sad unicorn" images for inspiration for the zine (which you should all buy when it comes out).

ETA: So apparently I can't post a lot of these pics, so I'll just have to link to them. Trust me, they're freakin' hilarious.

( Witness the Weirdness )