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EMPLOY ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

plz?

Also, I must unpack in order to pack again. How arduous.

I may have a job at a fish market

I definitely have a new, "professional" email address
kathleen.anne.blair@gmail.com

No numbers necessary, but there is way too much middle name

I feel kind of forlorn, and also hungry.

Pitchfork finally acknowledges the existence of Rochester, NY.

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/149237-lil-wayne-sued-for-rochester-no-shows

20 degrees feels so blissfully balmy. Thank you, universe.

I think I've reached the wage slave numbness I've been aiming for. Every customer looks exactly the same, give or take a few layers of makeup. If they slide a coin into the tip jar, however, they look like pure sunshine ( Read more... )

because I don't feel like writing a fucking sonnet tonight.

( Meme-age )

The physical manifestations of my stress were too much for squishy frog. He just erupted his toxic ooze all over me. RIP little guy. Thanks in advance for the cancer.

Get me to the dollar store. I need to buy me a squeeze donut. Oh and can I buy some extra time too? They seem to carry almost everything else there.

Deerhunter gave me a beer and a setlist and I am happy.

ugh, etc. Forever.