Bees. My God.
I don't think you can use the term "My God" without coming off as a Soap Opera star. Sorry Batman.
When I was at the stoplight of a major intersection this morning I saw a furry creature scampering amongst the cars. Sure enough, a muskrat from the nearby pond decided it was his day to die. Miraculously he made it through the whole intersection without getting creamed, then proceeded to investigate the rims of a car by sticking his head inside of it. After that I couldn't see him, but I'll check for a blood stain on my way home. Unfortunately all it did was remind me of this.
After 6 months of having practically no one by my cube other than Jesse it appears that people will be moving in very soon. This is very disheartening. How am I supposed talk to spend all my time on humor websites laughing at goofy pictures if I'm constantly being told to "keep it down" and "don't you ever do work?" I feel my style shall be severely cramped.