Hot phwooarr guy from work will be spending the next two Tuesdays in my team. And the only spare seat is next to me in my little pod. Yay!
I'm just hoping I'm not the doofus, tongue-tied, starer with the awkward non-sequitors tomorrow like I have been around him lately.
God, why I does everything go to mush around a crush? So ridiculous. I don't even really want to be with him.
Also garlic makes you fart.
Non-sequitor grossness. Great...
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