Oh, LiveJournal. Why in the hell do you still exist ( Read more... )

My co-worker walked out on me this past Friday. Now he's gone for good. Shame. He was a neat guy ( Read more... )

Tired.

Achey.

Smell like beer and body odor.

And, strangely, a little bit jealous.

I think they're going to kill off Batman.
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I ache in so many ways.

Planes suck.

That's unrelated.

Sort-of.

God. This is going to sound so fucking angsty. But I just can't deal this time. I can't shrug it off ( Read more... )

Work puts me in such a bad mood.

Too bad I can't quit now.

You gone done fucked up. Both of you.

Just so you know.

And, shit, and hour and a half long phone conversation? God. That really was nice.

I'm so tired.

I miss my weekends.

But, $200 paychecks have me by the balls.

Oh, woe is me.

"I've waited 30 years for this. I'm finally getting to see Bruce Springsteen. And I'm taking my son with me."

Best pictured with my father, saying this over the phone to my mother.
Choaking up the whole time.

Words cannot describe.

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