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1884 cuz i dont know. my fucking job. the fact that im sitting at the front desk AGAIN. and mary the receptionist is out AGAIN. and the fact that i have NOTHING TO FUCKING DO AND WHY THE HELL AM I EVEN HERE?!
and then my man calls and asks me whats wrong what do you THINK is wrong? the same thing that's wrong every fucking day of the week. MY JOB BLOWS. ugh... and then he's like what i couldn't here you... im like forget it... he's like what are u mad with me? im like NO. ughhhhhh. then ijust bailed...said i had to go evn tho i didn't and bounced off the phone.. my aunt came here for lunch with my mom, only i couldn't go because i have to sit here at teh fucking desk. my mom said she'd bring back some food for me and i juts got it, which is rad, except its a boring old turkey sandwich and i can't eat it while im sitting here anyway. i feel like tears. |
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1870.
well, i'm off to do the second coat of the little table i'm painting! you know that shitty little table thing beside that chair in my room? the one that's all gross and brown and scratched up? i painted it black! it looks really cool now :) i just gotta do a second coat and it'll be done. |
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