Jun 13, 2009 22:10
Gods, I'm tired. And work is really getting to me. And those weird guys won't stop hitting on me. I mean that one dude asked me again, for like the fifteenth time "will you be my donna?". And it's annoying to tell him no. just no. shit. I already thought that the word 'dyke' is written on my forehead.
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