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happy turkey day everyone!
it never ceases to amaze me how sincere that sounds when i HATE this stupid holiday! i spent the entire afternoon pretending to like some people whos names i cant remember. i was the only one without a date. you know what that made me?! alone and bitter...thinking about last year when i had someone too and i was so incredibly happy with that someone. too bad it was just one big ass lie. my mom made us go around the table and say what we were thankful for. everyone was thankful for their wonderful families and friends and blah blah blah. everyone except me. "i'm thankful for the state of oregon putting josh in prison. i hope he rots there" my mom said i ruined the whole day.
i think it was in my last post that i mentioned wanting to throw josh and his new girlfriend (fuckin hooker) into the cutterhead at work. does anyone actually know what a cutterhead is? no? good, cuz i have pictures...
THIS is the cutterhead, looks friendly, doesn't it?
and just in case you were thinking this thing is small, heres a picture of me sitting in the cutterhead
unfortunately, the cutterhead is en route to TX and should be going through the panama canal sometime this week...oh yeah, and josh is in prison. shoulda done it when i had the chance...now i have to wait 5 years 11 months to make "GOO GOO"
i really love my job and i wish it wasn't ending. ending? more like over. we're just packing up whats left in the office. its me, marlene and phil. phil leaves wednesday. i leave for michigan on friday. i know i'll be going to TX with Marlene and the dredge florida, but it wont be the same. i wish this job could have gone on forever just like it was...the original guys, FITA de florida, fiesta fridays, photoshoots, sex on the spill barge...i mean, what?! haha i'm not gonna lie, that was the best part of this job and my 3rd fondest memory of josh...having sex on the table everyone else eats off of.
now i'm sad again. why? hes a lying piece of shit. i hope he rots in prison. theres not even a little bit of me that wants him back in my life...so why is there still a part of me (a big part) that misses him?