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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING: yuppy puppy
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING. ANECDOTES OF A YOUNG BUCK. Thursday, October 19, 2006. Yuppy: a young, ambitious, and well-educated city-dweller who has a professional career and an affluent lifestyle. Yorkville: where the toronto yuppies dwell. 2004-2005: the year i, as well, dwelled in yorkville. Immediately i was intrigued: what was the root of everyone's explicit interest? It was a good thing i hadn't yet purchased my cup of brew because, in turning around, i almost fell over. Shaking my head, i decided ...
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING: a mesmerizing pick-up
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING. ANECDOTES OF A YOUNG BUCK. Sunday, October 08, 2006. There is something vigorously hynotizing about fabric gyrating in a rhymic but haphazardly-shaped circle. Each turn of the dryer envelops its viewer with a unique wave of cascading colour (the 'colours' cycle is much more spectator than the 'whites' cycle. If you are one of those laisser faire individuals who refuse to separate laundry, i must politely inform you: you're missing out). But where was i? It didn't take long for...
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING: October 2006
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING. ANECDOTES OF A YOUNG BUCK. Thursday, October 19, 2006. Yuppy: a young, ambitious, and well-educated city-dweller who has a professional career and an affluent lifestyle. Yorkville: where the toronto yuppies dwell. 2004-2005: the year i, as well, dwelled in yorkville. Immediately i was intrigued: what was the root of everyone's explicit interest? It was a good thing i hadn't yet purchased my cup of brew because, in turning around, i almost fell over. Shaking my head, i decided ...
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING: bay street on a weekday: what a waste of a cone!
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING. ANECDOTES OF A YOUNG BUCK. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. Bay street on a weekday: what a waste of a cone! Since securing my latest homely cubbyhole amidst the omnipresent condo and office buildings on Bay street, I have seriously entertained the notion that the number of my cones has drastically decreased- or vanished altogether. Bay street on a weekday morning reminds me of the movie Pleasantville. Seeing black and white and being seen. What about our all-too-'important' cell ...
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING: the greatest invention
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING. ANECDOTES OF A YOUNG BUCK. Wednesday, October 04, 2006. After finishing a relatively healthy bowl of soup at lunch today, i got to thinking i wanted more. Nay, not more soup, but more chocolate, chips, cheesecake and. (what else begins with "c" that is considered detrimental to the finer workings of the human body? Cholesterol. ahhhhh, cholesterol; sweet sweet good-for-nothing cholesterol. Goodness that lay, only steps away, at the local 7-11. Why couldn't i achieve both?
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING: the three faces of . . . disgust.
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING. ANECDOTES OF A YOUNG BUCK. Sunday, February 18, 2007. The three faces of . . . disgust. It is by mid-January that my colourful Christmas spunk has wistfully contorted into a grey shimmering mirage; my new years eve hang-over has dutifully worked its way through my taken-for-granted liver; my wallet epitomizes emaciation and I've grudgingly returned to the workforce to rest my nose on the grindstone, where the boss thinks I'm working. Disgusted Face Number 1:. Bumper to bumper ...
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING: February 2007
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING. ANECDOTES OF A YOUNG BUCK. Sunday, February 18, 2007. The three faces of . . . disgust. It is by mid-January that my colourful Christmas spunk has wistfully contorted into a grey shimmering mirage; my new years eve hang-over has dutifully worked its way through my taken-for-granted liver; my wallet epitomizes emaciation and I've grudgingly returned to the workforce to rest my nose on the grindstone, where the boss thinks I'm working. Disgusted Face Number 1:. Bumper to bumper ...
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING: January 2008
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MY BOSS THINKS I'M WORKING. ANECDOTES OF A YOUNG BUCK. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. Bay street on a weekday: what a waste of a cone! Since securing my latest homely cubbyhole amidst the omnipresent condo and office buildings on Bay street, I have seriously entertained the notion that the number of my cones has drastically decreased- or vanished altogether. Bay street on a weekday morning reminds me of the movie Pleasantville. Seeing black and white and being seen. What about our all-too-'important' cell ...