blah.

went to chinatown
so i smell like chinatown.

going to work
i hate work.

mmmmhmmm GOOD MOODS!

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my house is a fucking hotel ( Read more... )

my mom just slammed the daily paper infront of my breakfast pizza and my face and yelled at me cuase the kids in the paper got into a car accident.

because its my fault.

i havent really written in this in awhile. well, anything that wasnt under personal ( Read more... )

what the hell is happening to everyone?
what the hell is happening to me?

i wish i had a job that gave me hours during the day during the week so that i wasnt completely lonley all day so that i became desperate to see anyone that i know once 6 hit. no really blockbuster, thank you for putting me on only friday and saturday nights, the only nights anyone really wants to hang out, the only night where calling someone isnt ( Read more... )

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there isnt anything to say.
i thought i would shrug it off.
but it might as well be a post it note stuck to the front of my face.

i wish i were articulate.

my rooms dirty
i have to do laundry
i feel fucking large
i have to quit my job
i made people at my job not like me
i have a half eaten peach sitting next to me and it smells
its raining
its graduation today.

god i am having such a good day.