"are you okay?"

"yeah. why?"

"i was just wondering."

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"so, like, did you like sublime too?" "yeah. they were okay. why?" "well, you said you liked 311 the other day.. makes a face" "you really don't like them, don't you?" ignores the questionit's funny how little we know about each other. when i see him i feel like he listened to/loves all the music that i did/do. i think i have this stereotype of him ( Read more... )

i got into an 'spat' with a co-worker last night. my problem seemed to annoy her more than anything - she literally refused to help me with this problem that was easy to fix. i hate my job one day then i don't want to do anything else the next. there is a lot of people that make this job so v. worth it ( Read more... )

we talk about him when he got up to get me ranch & cheese for my baked potato. good things - how his weight gain has given him an ass. i love that boy.

again, this site is going to be used, cause.. i'm annoyed. & i finally have something to say. today's rant, blurty.com!

dear livejournal,
you suck.

without love,
meh

so, maybe i pulled the perfect job® out of the drain. horray!

& so my perfect job went down the drain. maybe i wasn't supposed to be there after all -

but damn does it sting.

i want to scribble lyrics down like that would make everything okay. but that's so four years ago & i'm not seventeen any longer.