your entries crack me up every single effing time. WHY AREN'T YOU A PART OF MY EVERYDAY LIFE, HOOKER.
anyway, every day is a 'i'm not getting anything out of working at norris and surfing the internet (who says 'surfing'?!), dwelling on a past relationship that i suppressed while abroad, wishing that the food court was open downstairs instead of just sbarro because i'm tired of pizza' sort of...day/life...
did i mention i'm in a state of constant not-getting-hired-by-journalist-type-endeavors type thing? rock.
What I love about save the last dance is that the end involves the boyfriend guy having to choose whether to participate in a drive-by shooting, or see his girlfriend's dance performance. Decisions, Decisions.
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anyway, every day is a 'i'm not getting anything out of working at norris and surfing the internet (who says 'surfing'?!), dwelling on a past relationship that i suppressed while abroad, wishing that the food court was open downstairs instead of just sbarro because i'm tired of pizza' sort of...day/life...
did i mention i'm in a state of constant not-getting-hired-by-journalist-type-endeavors type thing? rock.
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