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A customer peed on the floor of our bathroom, at good old American Apparel. Thank you!

Tomorrow everyone should pick up a copy of LA Alternative, because Dora and my ad should be in it. If not, it's going to be there next week. Everyone go get it.

Lovelove.

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So I'm on the computer right now, on my lunch at work, and we have really cheesy music on our i-tunes, except now I am crying because I am listening to that song "Going away to College" by fucking Blink 182, and I don't know how to become a woman, and I'm scared of not being okay, I'm so so scared.

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On Satuday, I worked from 2:00 PM-6:00 PM, in my tiny little store, in the lovliest of lovely neighborhoods; my little Echo Park. The sky was tinted grey, and there was a stillness in the air as I walked outside to get a single cigarette for twenty-five cents, at Brazil, the smoke shop, next my place of work. Walking outside with my favorite ( Read more... )

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Today is a very sad day for Daryl. Goodbye Happiness.