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Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls me to the demon in the corner of my room ain't u got shit to do theoffensivemomma He'd been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time. Now it seemed part of the furniture, if I'm being honest. I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had anyone as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes. else around. I would tell it about my day One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn't the janitor I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn't have time for this, not here Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, " miss you." I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me? Aren't you a demon or something?" "You didn't come home. I've been worried What are you doing here?" We'd never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don't get them done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in. Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly asked. I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really his fault. "Then what shall I do?" I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me? Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?" It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul, once." Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good" On Monday morning, the company landed the client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could work from home two days a week. We moved to a bigger flat two months later. It makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays. <p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>
Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls
 me to the demon in the corner of my room
 ain't u got shit to do
 theoffensivemomma
 He'd been lurking about for days now, this
 shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me
 straight into insomnia. But it had just stood
 there the whole time. Now it seemed part of
 the furniture, if I'm being honest.
 I started talking to it. Probably not my best
 idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had
 anyone
 as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the
 meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off
 the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports
 due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I
 even wished it good night. And it just stared,
 with its glowing red eyes.
 else around. I would tell it about my day
 One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really
 late. Remember those six reports? They turned
 into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for
 this major client, it was my head on the HR
 guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing
 on the sofa in the break room and woke up to
 more work on my desk. That was Thursday
 morning. I had to get this all done by Monday
 On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go
 home and get some real sleep before going
 back to the office to finish this insane task. And
 then I felt it. Something was here with me and it
 wasn't the janitor
 I looked in the corner and there were those
 eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I
 really didn't have time for this, not here
 Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to
 the break room for yet more coffee. So much
 for going home to sleep
 A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice
 said, " miss you."
 I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me?
 Aren't you a demon or something?"
 "You didn't come home. I've been worried
 What are you doing here?"
 We'd never conversed like this. It was almost
 comforting, like a friend would be
 "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming
 on Monday and Kellen put all these damn
 reports on my desk and if I don't get them
 done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as
 I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my
 The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly
 around the room, taking it all in.
 Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly
 asked.
 I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really
 his fault.
 "Then what shall I do?"
 I sighed and considered. What could a shadow
 demon do to help me?
 Do you know anything about graphic design
 and marketing?"
 It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul,
 once."
 Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me
 what looks good"
 On Monday morning, the company landed the
 client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could
 work from home two days a week. We moved
 to a bigger flat two months later. It makes
 cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.
<p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>

<p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>

Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls me to the demon in the corner of my room ain't u got shit to do theoffensivemomma He'd been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time. Now it seemed part of the furniture, if I'm being honest. I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had anyone as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes. else around. I would tell it about my day One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn't the janitor I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn't have time for this, not here Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, " miss you." I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me? Aren't you a demon or something?" "You didn't come home. I've been worried What are you doing here?" We'd never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don't get them done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in. Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly asked. I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really his fault. "Then what shall I do?" I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me? Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?" It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul, once." Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good" On Monday morning, the company landed the client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could work from home two days a week. We moved to a bigger flat two months later. It makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays. <p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone via /r/wholesomememes <a href="http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA">http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA</a></p>
Friday, Head, and Lurking: stardustandswirls
 me to the demon in the corner of my room
 ain't u got shit to do
 theoffensivemomma
 He'd been lurking about for days now, this
 shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me
 straight into insomnia. But it had just stood
 there the whole time. Now it seemed part of
 the furniture, if I'm being honest.
 I started talking to it. Probably not my best
 idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had
 anyone
 as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the
 meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off
 the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports
 due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I
 even wished it good night. And it just stared,
 with its glowing red eyes.
 else around. I would tell it about my day
 One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really
 late. Remember those six reports? They turned
 into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for
 this major client, it was my head on the HR
 guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing
 on the sofa in the break room and woke up to
 more work on my desk. That was Thursday
 morning. I had to get this all done by Monday
 On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go
 home and get some real sleep before going
 back to the office to finish this insane task. And
 then I felt it. Something was here with me and it
 wasn't the janitor
 I looked in the corner and there were those
 eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I
 really didn't have time for this, not here
 Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to
 the break room for yet more coffee. So much
 for going home to sleep
 A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice
 said, " miss you."
 I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me?
 Aren't you a demon or something?"
 "You didn't come home. I've been worried
 What are you doing here?"
 We'd never conversed like this. It was almost
 comforting, like a friend would be
 "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming
 on Monday and Kellen put all these damn
 reports on my desk and if I don't get them
 done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as
 I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my
 The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly
 around the room, taking it all in.
 Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly
 asked.
 I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really
 his fault.
 "Then what shall I do?"
 I sighed and considered. What could a shadow
 demon do to help me?
 Do you know anything about graphic design
 and marketing?"
 It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul,
 once."
 Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me
 what looks good"
 On Monday morning, the company landed the
 client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could
 work from home two days a week. We moved
 to a bigger flat two months later. It makes
 cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.
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England, Memes, and New York: Letter From Titanic Passenger Sold For $166,000 at Auction @balleralert On board R.M S'TITANIC e2てぇ 3 Letter From Titanic Passenger Sold For $166,000 at Auction -by: @RaquelHarrisTV β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € A letter written just one day before the Titanic sank has been sold for $166,000 at auction. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € The letter was recovered from a passenger's body, and is believed to be one of the last letters written before the ship hit the iceberg and sank into the Atlantic. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Surpassing expectations, the British auction house Henry Aldridge & Son predicted the item would go for Β£60,000 to Β£80,000 ($79,000 to $106,000). The winner of Saturday's auction name wasn't released. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € The author of the letter was an American salesman named Alexander Oskar Holverson, he wrote the letter to his mother. Sadly, the letter shared Holverson's hopes to reach his destination: "If all goes well we will arrive in New York Wednesday A.M." β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € What makes this letter so special is it was written on April 13, 1912, one day before the ship sank midway through its voyage from Southampton, England to New York. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Holverson describes the world's largest built ship inside the letter. "This boat is giant in size and fitted up like a palacial hotel," wrote Holverson. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Holverson died when the Titanic went down along with 1,500 other passengers and crew. About 700 people survived including Holverson's wife, Mary. Holverson's body and other belongings were found days later in the Atlantic.
England, Memes, and New York: Letter From Titanic Passenger
 Sold For $166,000 at Auction
 @balleralert
 On board R.M S'TITANIC
 e2てぇ
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Letter From Titanic Passenger Sold For $166,000 at Auction -by: @RaquelHarrisTV β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € A letter written just one day before the Titanic sank has been sold for $166,000 at auction. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € The letter was recovered from a passenger's body, and is believed to be one of the last letters written before the ship hit the iceberg and sank into the Atlantic. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Surpassing expectations, the British auction house Henry Aldridge & Son predicted the item would go for Β£60,000 to Β£80,000 ($79,000 to $106,000). The winner of Saturday's auction name wasn't released. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € The author of the letter was an American salesman named Alexander Oskar Holverson, he wrote the letter to his mother. Sadly, the letter shared Holverson's hopes to reach his destination: "If all goes well we will arrive in New York Wednesday A.M." β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € What makes this letter so special is it was written on April 13, 1912, one day before the ship sank midway through its voyage from Southampton, England to New York. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Holverson describes the world's largest built ship inside the letter. "This boat is giant in size and fitted up like a palacial hotel," wrote Holverson. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Holverson died when the Titanic went down along with 1,500 other passengers and crew. About 700 people survived including Holverson's wife, Mary. Holverson's body and other belongings were found days later in the Atlantic.

Letter From Titanic Passenger Sold For $166,000 at Auction -by: @RaquelHarrisTV β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € A letter written just one day before the...