(diaryland) May 13, 2010 - 11:27 a.m.

I already told the new guy at work about my two perfect crimes. Crimes so perfect I can even talk about them. But I don't know whether that's the right topic of conversation to have with a brand new colleague.

I miss the old guy, though. He would laugh at all my jokes, even when they weren't jokes. One time, I said, "I'm going to get a coffee," and was inexplicably bombarded with fits of laughter.

Thems were good times.