therapeutic shredder

i swear i am slowly mutating, but this is hilarious. we were just talking about it over lunch about the nemesis of SE. i think i stand a better chance at winning that title.

you see, she was strutting around as usual poking her nose into my things. i don't like the probe. i mean, whether or not it's official stuff, its my privacy and personal space you're stepping into. if you dare argue, why then, do you keep your drawers locked?

unlike serene, i can multi-task pretty well. so letting it all out here, and holding back on the reigns of laughter takes quite abit of skill. i should run to the toilet and meet serene there for our secret (now not-so-secret) gossip sessions. haha..i cant take this anymore. hahaha..

"where's my address book?"

*innocently looks up* "hmm? dont know."
(though visual in head was, address book beside fax machine)

*grumble grumble*

if i could be more precise, it was more of address book walking to shredding machine and shoving itself through.

hehehehe..... now that sounds like a plan. i couldnt be more evil.

heehehheehhehe....