How fucking depressing can a bad job get? I mean, i thought i was in guateMALA, but now im in guatePEOR. Peeps, its wednessday night, and here, your humble narrator, sits in a computer room, drinking beer down (last time i had beer was at the beach with the M.I.A crew), trying to forget that tomorrow i have to wake up. I really shouldnt drink, i
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