Yeah, it didn't take to long to figure out who had been posting here under my name. Turns out the Godfather (Matt the owner of the shop) has a key logger on the computers at work. From there he got my e-mail password, which was the same as my password here. Then he thought he would play a joke on me. Oh well, the ACLU didn't think it was funny (they'll be in touch). I suppose I can't blame Matt, it all stems from his childhood. This is a pic from his 5th birthday. His parents didn't believe in parties or cake. So sad, so sad.
I do owe some reprisals now because the folks at work thought it would be funny to put a bunch of my stuff in Jello, ala
The Office. Maybe I'll poo in brownies and feed it to them. That's fair isn't it?
On another note I can't find the cord to upload the pictures from the trip.
I lifted last night, and now I am jumping on the trainer. It is like 10 degrees out. Brrrrr!
Work is calling, will you answer the phone?
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