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I leave for New Orleans in the morning. Get back Wednesday. Working Friday (7-Closing) and Saturday (1-7). Hopefully writing the research draft Sunday. And since I promised one person I'd hang out with them when I got back, they get Thursday ( Read more... )

Eight hours. Eight fucking hours with an almost useless right wrist. Okay. It could be worse. I could possibly NOT get my paycheck and go to New Orleans without spending money. I'm sure my manager knows I need it?

I'm feeling full and fresh and I'm not falling all over everything this time.

Oh my god. Drop It Like it's Hot--MARIO PAINT STYLE!

YES.

Burn me CDs if you want to enlighten me with your own musical journey. Because I'm getting really fucking tired of Death Cab and Bright Eyes (for the moment, anyway).

I spent most of today laughing in the cafeteria and ignoring the fact that my diet even existed. Good times. And I must say that I feel like watching Austin Powers.

Let's play that "tell me what you think about me anonymously" game, because I want to go all-out on feeling like shit today.

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It's probably the most amusing meme ever. Just to see the pictures of dancing shit.

The best part about today was having a fellow coworker (one who frequents Cave 9's metal shows) scream at people walking on the other side of the mall, "I'm sorry, we're closed." And then still having people still come up asking for ice cream. Unfortunately my mother felt victim to this, but she wasn't asking for ice cream ( Read more... )

A week.

And I still feel like shit.

Distract me. Now.