11 December 2002


Sonya kissed me on the cheek on my way out the door today. A couple of hours after lunch I went to the bathroom and saw something strange on my face.

It was a lipstick print, still on my cheek. No one had told me about it, despite several face to face conversations with my fellow coworkers.

Way to leave me hanging, coworkers! You are super-attentive! It was probably a conspiracy.

"Dude, don't tell Harold about the lipstick on his face. It'll be fuckin' funny!"

Assclowns, the lot of them.