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Dan is my sugardaddy savior.
And now that I've figured out this wireless router, I'm able to start.
None of this is my fault.
about 8 hours ago from web
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SO MY COMPUTER IS STILL NOT FUCKING FIXED AND I'M SCREWED IF MY BOYFRIEND DOESN'T HELP ME AND HE'S SICK AND GRUMPY I'M FUCKED.
about 10 hours ago from txt
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...eerily relaxed day at work.
Mag's asleep in her office and we've each been given a meaningful task.
I could get used to this.
about 20 hours ago from txt
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I'm really sick of the "pregnant man."
That is a woman, WITH A VAGINA THAT BABIES COME OUT OF, living her life as a man.
Sort of.
8:13 AM yesterday from txt
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There's a disturbing number of those "talk to your kid about joining the Army" commercials on CMT.
...why am I watching CMT?!
6:39 PM Nov 16th from txt
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Chicken with almond sauce burrito from that new-ish place up the street.
Let's see how this goes.
3:01 PM Nov 16th from txt
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I can't fucking wait. Dan finally did it.
He bought me "Messiah CompleX", and it comes in the mail tomorrow.
(X men nerd alert! Comics!)
12:40 PM Nov 16th from txt
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Another Sunday.
Another mysterious blown circuit.
I seriously hate this fucking house.
12:32 PM Nov 16th from txt
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It always fucks me up to see movies that are "in the future," and the Twin Towers are in it.
We really didn't see that shit coming.
8:51 AM Nov 16th from txt
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Cold.
I need my own place so we can sit in the house like civilized people.
11:42 PM Nov 15th from web
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Soooo the new "Golden Child" put in his two weeks after working here a month, effectively fucking Steph in the ass.
Sublime.
1:55 PM Nov 15th from txt
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...and then there's always the guy that insists on playing guitar at the party.
Conversation time of death: 2:24 am.
2:24 AM Nov 15th from txt
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