Speaking of kids, I was a teenager during the MySpace craze and in my early 20s I went back and read some of the notification e-mails and I could only cringe because I used to tYp3 LyK dIs. I also sent Tom a message in such format and he actually replied.
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STATUS: The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times! 30 days ago
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The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times!
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I would die for a Charlie Puth and Lewis Capaldi collab song.
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My therapist mentioned referring me to a psychiatrist for anxiety medication, then at the next appt. said it wasn't a good idea as it doesn't the issue. I would've loved the temporary relief though...
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I thought a tiny woman like me wouldn't break a sweat with the timed wall sit. Ho Ho homg wtf
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Started calisthenics today; not to lose weight, but to get toned and get a little stronger. It's a 5x/week type deal ChatGPT drew out for me, but my snap, crackle, pop knees sure do love to complain..
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Someone on my FB shared a video of a man eating a snake's tail and it traumatized me. The snake was alive. Eating peppers reminds me of that damned video for some reason.
Kids these days don't know what it was to jam to this at 13 or 14 years old while trying not to upset the parents 
I've been sick as a dog all weekend.
I'm passive aggressive AF, so if you leave some time on the microwave after you take out your food, I'm never resetting it after prematurely taking out my food. Deal with it.
I love the taste of blood.
Well, sir, I hope to never cross paths with you.
I myself don't like the following:
- Cheese of any kind save for cream cheese.
- Ketchup
- Mustard
- Mayo
- Sour cream
- Pickles
- Mushroom
- Seafood
That's just off the top of my head.
"Miss Murdock-Voss, I'm Detective Carson, pleasure to finally meet you."
Kassandra glanced up at the large man stepping into the room, sweat penetrating through levels of clothes and staining his gray suit jacket. He was pink in the face, as if he had exerted himself going up a flight up stairs. She supposed it was the norm for someone his size, but then again, the building wasn't necessarily warm. Even the room they found themselves in at the moment was cold enough for her to shiver uncontrollably every now and then.
"Nice to meet you too, detective."
The large man wet the tip of his thumb before leafing through some of the documents in the folder. The stack in his hand wasn't all that big, but he had to get himself acquainted with her. She wasn't an angel on paper, and he was slowly becoming aware of that fact as he made his way to the empty seat directly across from her.
"You have a few priors I see, but nothing too out of the ordinary."
"Yeah you know, no one's perfect," she shrugged, playing off his remark. Kassandra then proceeded to straighten out her skirt after uncrossing her leg as the detective went on.
"I'm afraid you're right about that." Smirking, the man pulled back the chair and sat down, placing her file to the side. He interlocked his fingers in front of him as he leaned forward to rest on the table, silently glancing at her for a moment. The gesture made her somewhat uneasy, but he then resumed their conversation.
"Let's get started, shall we? Generally at this stage, we give a brief overview of what is required of you, our expectations and all that. When you come onboard, you will be one of any number of individuals doing the same work. Obviously, everything is set up beforehand to plan ahead of the operation. You will be briefed on the details of the case and any other pertinent information that's required for you to know. That gives us time to pull you out if there's some sort of conflict that prevents us from moving forward, but otherwise, you'll proceed as directed. Then, after all is said and done, you will be debriefed and you'll go on your way until we call you again. Do you understand everything so far?"
"Seems simple enough, but what if I can't make it to one of the callouts?"
Detective Carson's phone went off before he could provide a response. He excused himself for a moment and quickly checked the message, internally cursing out his partner as he came to terms with the request he had just read.
"Well, we give you a number of chances to meet the requirement, which isn't all that high to be honest," Carson added after a few moments, putting his phone away and standing up to walk over to the door. Leaning on the wooden frame, he called out to one of the secretaries walking by. After she approached him, he asked her to get him the information packet for CIs, which included the questionnaire Kassandra would have to fill out.
"What do you say we jump right to it, eh? The paperwork will provide a full and thorough explanation of everything you need to know."
I've never had 3 band-aids on simultaneously until Friday, I'm okay though, promise.
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That's a good thing.
Personally, I think Chick-Fil-A has better food than most places, but their policies are yikes.
I'm going to have to disagree with you. I've tried an item or two from the CFA menu, but wasn't blown away like most people claim. PDQ, on the other hand, is one of only three fast food places I frequent, the other two being Panda Express and Pollo Tropical, aka Chicken on the Grill.
But yes, screw what CFA stands for. I'm all for religion if that's your thing, but not when you use it as a tool against others.
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