oh beer, where art thou?
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10:21 a.m.

so today, asha and carina get to go to lunch today for helping out candice, carina's supervisor. they get to go to BJ's brewery and have pizza and beer. possibly lots of it. i, on the other hand, may possibly get a doggy bag for my services, but i may not join them. this is for maybe a couple reasons or more.

here are a few:

1. i am the front desk receptionist. i do not get lunches longer than thirty minutes. so it wouldn't be right to ask me out to a long lunch involving alcoholic refreshments.

2. she doesn't realize that i was helping her out. in some warped part of her brain, it is my responisiblity to do things for her, and i do not need to be thanked for it in any other way than a simple, "thank you, anthony! you are awesome!" ::nudge nudge, points finger, and winks::

3. i'm a boy. boys suck. i am biologically incapable of hanging with the girls on a lunch outing involving alcoholic refreshment. (but little does she know, i am gay, and love to hang out with girls and beer... or she may know too well, but does not know that it's okay to acknowledge it, or does not feel comfortable with that fact) either way, this reason involves me being a male of the species.

my deductions as to which of the above are correct:

1. 64%

2. 15%

3. 21%

**the above calulations are only a numerical expression to denote my perspective in the situation.

basically today is going to suck and drag like a mothafucka.

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