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[Oct. 4th, 2010|08:31 pm] |
You know you're broke when you're eating saltines for dinner with Ovaltine and not Ovaltine with milk but with hot water. I would kill for a fatty cheese burger and fries right now or Ed Mcman showing up on my door step with a million dollar check that way I can get a new bike with a better bike lock and all the cheese burgers and fries I wanted.
I was on the phone with my grandma today telling her about my weekend and the weirdos in the post office. At the end of the conversation she says to me "you need to be more aggressive". This was after I told her about my lack of man in the life. Or well no. She probed me for that information and then made me feel really lonely and weird. My grandma is weird. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2010|10:25 am] |
Someone stole my bike! My brand new bike! FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. I doubt I'm gunna get it back. It's back to taking the bus for me. I hate the bus. There are a lot of old people on it and they smell like that old library book that no one has opened in decades. Lots of teenagers too. Teenagers who are too young to drive and think I'm 14 too. Fuck my life. I want a good day.
Happy Labor Day by the way... |
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[Aug. 30th, 2010|07:54 pm] |
I haven't been here that long but I've been here long enough to keep getting hit on my the high school kids when I get on the bus. Is there something about me that screams high school? I finished that shit 10 years ago. I don't think I look THAT young. Even the old guys think I'm really young. Ed came in to mail a stack of letters to his family on the east coast and he said he had a nephew who was coming to visit him and I should meet him. His 15 year old nephew. I'm almost 30. Doomed. I'm doomed.
Bob IV died a few hours ago. I'm gunna go to the pet store and get Bob V. 15 cent goldfish that only seem to last a week. I'm not really sure what I'm doing wrong. If Bob V goes belly up I think I'll hold off on pets for a while. |
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