Work sucked. Smoked hash, drank beer... wore spandex. I am so alone. And so I should be. Fuck the hangers-on. *cat on the prowl*The boy I got an interview at my work was dressed poorly in cut-offs and a t-shirt. What the fuck. I have yet to confirm that with the boy. I don't think the boy wants me. Oh well, back to the single phrase of the day, "
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