The snake guy (not co-worker) was a guy who went to school down the street from me in London, lived in the same neighbourhood as I did in London, took krav with me here in LA, lived in the same neighbourhood as me in LA, and now works down the street from me.

There was a time at which I was actually scared I had to sleep with him, just because the coincidences were piling up. Luckily his personality got in the way of destiny.

I've had a poodle in bed with me and the other person, but he wasn't invited. He just got curious and hopped up and stared at us quizzically.

I interrupt this disturbing conversation to note that I am posting from inside a cardboard box fort. (No, there are no kids around, why do you ask?)

Shortly, I will relocate to he porch with a beer. Gotta love working from home.

I've had a poodle in bed with me and the other person, but he wasn't invited. He just got curious and hopped up and stared at us quizzically.

That other person was awfully presumptuous.

Seriously--interrupting girl-poodle time without asking is RUDE.

I am posting from inside a cardboard box fort.

I totally want a cardboard box fort in my office.

Two new guys started today. I'm trying not to hold that against them.

I am posting from inside a cardboard box fort.

We truly live a a good future.

I knew it wasn't really the darkest possible timeline.

That's the global theocracy ruled by Pope Snooki I.

You can't blame ita for the oversharing. People just overshare. Because such stories yearn to be heard, and further to be shared online, with identifying markers removed. It's the same reason they send in their secrets to that website Postsecret.