Mondays suck...
So there's this older fella in the next building that comes out to the balcony to smoke every hour or so. I've come to nickname him [隔壁老王] which pretty much means "neighbor wang". But to me, he's like the ugly naked guy from Friends in the sense that whenever he comes out, I drop what I do and look over. My coworkers have been egging me to get him to switch to Davidoff cigs -- um, just how exactly do I that without sounding like a stalker/psycho?!
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I met this girl, I'll call her 'Susan', maybe 6 years ago. I remember her being really nice and she had a bf that was half her size (literally). She wasn't really big -- her bf was just really small, frame wise. Anyway, somehow I got on her email list and this girl sends out emails practically every week. Needless to say, it goes straight to my SPAM file.
So whats my point? 6 years of seeing this persons email in my SPAM folder and not clicking on a single one. Hmm, I have no point.
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