I am feeling a million times better today. You may (or probably not) notice that I deleted last night's profanity filled rant about my intense hatred for a customer at work who verbally abused me for several minutes. I decided it was not worth sullying my good name with such writings (it involved me expressing my hope that she died via impaling herself on a rusty pole and that her daughters disowned her due to their embarrassment over her behaviour). I am also feeling better about the Research Project which is good.
I am looking forward to a superbly long bike ride later this afternoon. During rides, my quads ache like a bitch but it's not really until I get off the bike at the end that I feel the full force of what I've just done to my legs. I get off my bike and feel like I've set fire to (the rain) my juicy, juicy thighs. It's painfully exquisite (sounds like something from a dirty novel... Not that I would have experience with those).
As evidence off the stress I've been feeling for the last few days/weeks, I would love to post a picture of my cuticles/fingers here. They are literally ripped/bitten to shreds. They are horribly inflamed, painful and occasionally bloody. It's a very pretty picture. While I would love to post a picture, I won't because you will be scared.
Did I ever tell you about my Short Guy Friend at work? I think I did. I think I mentioned that I thought he was marginally cute the first time I saw him. He's also kind of... I can't really find the words to describe him. He's kind of special in a good way. He has a slightly sarcastic, sassy sense of humour but isn't overly outgoing or friendly. It took a long time for us to get to know each other properly but I feel like we're proper friends now. It's nice. Honestly, I think it's because he's short (he's probably my height or a little shorter). I genuinely get intimidated when around tall guys. Tall girls I can deal with (case in point: Chloe) but tall guys make me feel very insignificant.
Dad leaves for Taiwan tonight. I hope he drinks plentiful litres of bubble tea there in my honour. I love bubble tea. Not only is Taiwan the home of bubble tea but it is also (I'm guessing) very cheap there. I've said this before (I'm quite sure) but, during our last family holiday in China, we hit up a local bubble tea franchise every day for a week. The bubble teas were something ludicrous like AUD$1 each and they were delicious. I went for the milk tea with sago (the classic) every time. But I also tried my brother's mocha with coffee jelly. Also exquisite. God bless you, Asia. You have produced some fantastic stuff.
J

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