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last night.
i fell asleep.
with my love.
it was perfect.
he's perfect.
we're perfect?
hmm.
so, shannon invited me to go to ashlee simpson thursday.
but i have to work.
and don't have money.
for gas.
or anything.
i hate working 3 jobs.
and not having money.
ever.
it makes me unable to do anything,
ever.
and i'm really sick.
really really sick.
of driving everyone
everywhere
all
the
time.
fuckin sick of it.
and im not going to do it anymore.
and it's just so grand that everyone
just EXPECTS me to drive them.
im not your fucking limo driver.
ahh such a bad mood.
i think im PMS'ing.
oh well.