midwestyankee
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About to take a shower and I fully expect to get wet in the doing.
Be as boring as possible.
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Chiara_searches
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The white cover is getting lint all-over my black pants. 
wicked woman
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Doing laundry.
Guess my oven needs to be cleaned since when I opened the door, the smoke detector went off. Darn sensitive smoke detector. (hope that wasn't too exciting )
Guess my oven needs to be cleaned since when I opened the door, the smoke detector went off. Darn sensitive smoke detector. (hope that wasn't too exciting
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DeepGreenEyes
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I need to find a good supplement, so I can get my RDA of monosodium glutamate.
Chiara_searches
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The av above me is boring.
DeepGreenEyes
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The av above me is boring.
I like to read the posted signatures of elevator inspectors.
TarevaChine
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I would like to meet the person who inspected the elevator I was stuck in the other day.
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mynameisben
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I spent all of last week figuring out the one thousandth decimal digit of pi. I did not use look-up tables, a calculator, or anything else except for a box of number 2 pencils and 14 reams of paper. I did everything by hand, calculating a slowly converging sequence of continued fractions. Bleary-eyed from not sleeping a wink since Friday, I finally arrived at my answer at 3:14 a.m., Monday morning.
My answer: 8
I wrote down my answer and stuffed it into an envelope addressed to my high school math teacher of some 30 years ago. Then I walked right over to the post office to mail it to him, but the post office would not be open for quite some time. So I waited outside the post office front door. It started raining at 3:45 a.m. I placed the letter under my arm so it wouldn't get drenched.
At 9 a.m. the post office opened and I was let in, but a postal official told me to wait in the uncarpeted area by the P.O. boxes because I was dripping and they didn't want me getting the carpet in the lobby all wet. I had to stand there, dripping on the linoleum floor, surrounded by orange plastic cones and police tape.
By 9:45 I was close to dry, the maintenance man had finished mopping up, and the cones and tape were taken down. I walked straight into the lobby, withdrew the letter from under my arm, and handed it to the postal clerk at the front counter. I paid for the postage with pennies, counting them twice to make sure it was the right amount, while the postal clerk fanned my letter with his hand. I can't imagine why, though. I had kept the letter dry.
At 10 o'clock I was home and calling in sick to work. I slept the sleep of the dead. I finally woke up at 8 p.m. And ever since then, I've been sitting on pins in needles, wondering when my old math teacher would get my letter. That is, until this morning when the mail came.
I opened the handwritten letter I received from my math teacher's widowed wife. She wrote to say that Mr. Kramer had passed on some 15 years ago. She went on to say that she recognized my name because her husband always spoke of me, saying he knew that some day I would really make it big. She was a very kind woman.
Then, in her P.S. she wrote, "The answer is 9, dumb ass. All you had to do was google it."
Eh. I was close with 8. Soon as my shift starts today, I'll be bragging about just how close I came to all my co-workers at Taco Bell.
My answer: 8
I wrote down my answer and stuffed it into an envelope addressed to my high school math teacher of some 30 years ago. Then I walked right over to the post office to mail it to him, but the post office would not be open for quite some time. So I waited outside the post office front door. It started raining at 3:45 a.m. I placed the letter under my arm so it wouldn't get drenched.
At 9 a.m. the post office opened and I was let in, but a postal official told me to wait in the uncarpeted area by the P.O. boxes because I was dripping and they didn't want me getting the carpet in the lobby all wet. I had to stand there, dripping on the linoleum floor, surrounded by orange plastic cones and police tape.
By 9:45 I was close to dry, the maintenance man had finished mopping up, and the cones and tape were taken down. I walked straight into the lobby, withdrew the letter from under my arm, and handed it to the postal clerk at the front counter. I paid for the postage with pennies, counting them twice to make sure it was the right amount, while the postal clerk fanned my letter with his hand. I can't imagine why, though. I had kept the letter dry.
At 10 o'clock I was home and calling in sick to work. I slept the sleep of the dead. I finally woke up at 8 p.m. And ever since then, I've been sitting on pins in needles, wondering when my old math teacher would get my letter. That is, until this morning when the mail came.
I opened the handwritten letter I received from my math teacher's widowed wife. She wrote to say that Mr. Kramer had passed on some 15 years ago. She went on to say that she recognized my name because her husband always spoke of me, saying he knew that some day I would really make it big. She was a very kind woman.
Then, in her P.S. she wrote, "The answer is 9, dumb ass. All you had to do was google it."
Eh. I was close with 8. Soon as my shift starts today, I'll be bragging about just how close I came to all my co-workers at Taco Bell.
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Curious_in_Cali
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daus42
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Master_Kira
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I had a hamburger for lunch
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I am laying in bed
DeepGreenEyes
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I would like to meet the person who inspected the elevator I was stuck in the other day.
I was stuck on an escalator this summer. Started screaming like a baby. Panic attack. Walked down.
This was so boring It held my interest.
Fuck.
I had heard that it was 0.55 in humid climates. Is that simpy a myth?
I ordered nachos tonight. I asked the waitress, who was very cute and engaging, for an extra ramakin of salsa. When it came, I sort of sloshed some out of the top onto the table. Imagine my embarrassment!
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Oh no. You heard some incorrect information.
These are OSHA mandated levels, nothing to be trifled with.
Additionally, the short-term exposure level (STEL) can go as high as 2 WHOLE ppm
DeepGreenEyes
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Wow. Thanks for the heads up!!
Curious_in_Cali
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I am out of toothpicks. I do have floss though.
