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design | host and oh, the way-ee-ay ay your lipstick stains my pillowcase, well it's already one-thirty. i've frittered away most of a saturday. but it's not a total loss. i now have, in my possession tickets to see my chemical romance. and i don't care what you say, because i like them, so go fuck yourself. :) work is insane. they called me in early on thursday, and had me stay late. i was there from 5:00 to almost 1:00. and yesterday i was there until 12:30. (but that i didn't mind so much, because smokin' hot richard gave me a ride home in his busted ass car...) yeah. i'm not going to be able to work these kinds of hours once school starts, even though i generally like work and the people there. i'm taking AP spanish 4, ap english literature, band, honers government, chemistry and retard math, and i have these classes every day. i can't be the domino's bitch at this extreme level when school starts. i just can't do it. i'll crack. i don't care how smokin' hot richard is. ok well i do care a little. haha. i'm going to take advantage of what little i have left of my long, non-productive summer and slack off until i have to top pizzas for the man, because, (can i get a hot damn?) i finished ALL of my summer work. yeah those jerks got three months, i got ten days and i finished early. so. i cleaned my room (i got it dirty doing english homework. who the hell does that? hahah anthologies and markers and notecards everywhere...) and now i'm doing this, then, i'm going to take a nice hot bath and scrub myself squeaky clean for my slightly demanding job in which a stand on my cankles for hours on end. doesn't sound too bad, since i got payed again yesterday and even though i just blew 60+ dollars on (cheap cheap cheap ass) concert tickets, i've got about $600 dollars. can i get a whoop whoop for selling yourself to the corporate machine? thank you for choosing domino's. if you're my homeboy like roberto, i'll put extra cheese on top of your pizza, because roberto is my favorite customer ever for some reason. hah. he's like, 14 and i always do jazz hands when i bring him his food. ANYWAY. back to my little plans and that nice, hot bath. froofy girly bath salt, what? i wish you could see the huge gash where i cut myself shaving. and the batman bandaide was a nice touch. oh and if you're wondering. i'm still depressed as fuck. it just doesn't come out when i'm typing this here entry right this second because i consumed and INSANE amount of caffiene! hurray for stimulants! hurrah hurrah hurrah.
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