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Oh P.S.
"Dear Diary,
My wife and I are going to Belize in a few months. I am excited." -
Night tweeters
PS. Is this shit for real?! It's 1:32am
and there's a bird outside that is just GOING ON like it just climbed out of bed and it's time to put the kettle on.
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They're like tiny, little robots and I'm just waiting on someone to come out and take a look at B-1029, or "Bob" for short. Like I'm just waiting on someone to reset my evening.
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Yesterday morning at around 4am I got out of bed with the understanding that my body wasn't feeling quite right. I went into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and almost immediately grabbed the garbage bin next to the toilet and threw up ( Read more... ) -
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I've started collecting things in Ball Mason jars; for instance tiny leaves in one, keys in another, rocks in one, buttons, rubber bands... even old, rusty, flat beer bottle caps I find on the street. Each has its own jar. -
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I'd like to come back. -
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It's come on fast... my inability to cope with my job. My patience grows thin and I feel my insides slowly turning black. Some might say I'm being melodramatic and I would agree that it does seem that way. But when everyday I have to deal with the dark people of the world (see "crazy, homeless, tranny hooker, drunk, on drugs, smelly, thieving, ( Read more... ) -
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This has got to be ... one of the MOST difficult days I've had to get through in a long time. -
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Truth be told, I'm tired. Yes'm. Tired.