(originally posted at eclaircie.diaryland.com)
It is way too easy to use the power I have at work for evil. But we do have fun. A cute boy comes to the window, and after he leaves we’ll look up his major and where he’s from and his GPA, how old he is, what sports he did in high school, etc. Morgan and I should not be allowed to have this much access to information.
“Oh, never mind then, I could never be with someone from Texas.”
“Are you kidding me? Art History? He’s never getting married.”
“Yes! Pre-Med…I knew he’d be something good. Look up his schedule so I can stalk him.”
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