In honour of Tim Hortons’ pulling out of the NOMRI event, I brought Timbits to work for sharing. I sent out an email telling people to come eat them, saying they were victory donuts and linking this CBC article.

Usually any offer of free food is quickly set upon by the masses, but I still have a lot of Timbits left. I asked around to find out why:

Kimli: eat my donuts.
Andrew: ha..if I could open my mouth wide enough I would
Kimli: i could squish it for you
tell others to come eat my donuts
did I scare them off with my email?
Andrew: if they see it they will come
Kimli: they are afraid of my gay donuts
Andrew: its this whole donuts are over there thing while were over here, duh
Kimli: pfft
if no one eats my donuts it means they hate gays
Andrew: maybe we just hate distance
Kimli: nope I choose to think it’s coz yer all haters
I’m telling HR that tech support is anti-gay donut
Andrew: I ate the gay donuts!
how can they be gay if they have no holes?
Kimli: oh they have ways
jim would be happy to tell you
Andrew: …
Kimli: (aren’t you glad you came back to work?)
Andrew: my disturbed quota has been met for today before I’ve even had coffee
Kimli: Then my work here is done
Andrew: at least I have donuts
eww. I just bit a filled one and it exploded all over
eww
Kimli: i *told* you they were gay donuts

.. okay maybe that’s funny only in my own head, but I was highly amused and almost choked on my own gay donut.

I dyed my hair last night in preparation for today’s haircut. Look for me during the Zombie Walk this Saturday; I’ll be the stylish undead in the polka-dot skirt dancing badly in the corner.

The sun is out and today I am glad.