Double-Chocolate-Chip

I have found perfection, bliss, happiness; and it all comes in a three inch, round package. It is Subway's Double-Chocolate-Chip Cookie. Who knew happiness was this easy? Forget men, work, fame... All of that is meaningless next to the perfection of this cookie.

::sigh::

Back to real life. Had meeting this morning. Sat across from Shim. It was frightening. Don't know what to do with my boy/girl co-worker. Seems that Shim has gotten a case of Flesh Eating Bacteria, otherwise known as FEB. Poor thing has scars all over his/her arms and face. Shim is one of the most pathetic human beings that has ever walked the face of this planet. He/she looks like Mike Ditka with permed, chin-length hair. Shim's life is tragic with loss of family members, lack of social skills, scary physical apperance and diseases. Yes, plural, DISEASES.

I almost feel bad for him/her, but find Shim SO annoying that I cannot actually get past almost. Nope. Instead of feeling bad, sit across from Shim praying that he/she does not spread his/her bacteria infested crap to me.

Hell is gonna' be hot, my friends. Very. Hot.