I have a job. I finally have a fucking job. No more relying on beer can deposits for gas money on the weekends (note: dad's alcoholism was necessary at this point). No more stealing Derek's wallet for lunch money. No more swinging from the ceiling in acts of crazy moneylessness, and no more of that crying myself to sleep everynight deal
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good job girl, hope everyday at work is like that one!!
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you're lucky!!
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(/jealous)
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:P
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To his face.
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On another note, that entry was cute because I pictured you at a little i-mac snickering.
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