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I can't really write about anything that goes on in my life because pretty much everything I say makes me sound stupid. For example:
I want to quit my job but I'm afraid to tell my boss. I was supposed to be done by the fifteenth, but to do that I would have had to give my notice today, which I didn't do. My boss is just terrifying, seriously. I keep asking myself what's the worst that could happen, but then I remember she could YELL AT ME OMG and then I would be SCARRED FOR LIFE and no I am not joking at all. There are people who I have avoided for years because I had one awkward conversation with them and every time I see them I panic. It's not social anxiety, I'm just an idiot.
Other than that, things are okay. I went to the hospital on Sunday and found out that no, I don't have the flesh-eating virus. It's stil la good thing I went though, because flesh-eating virus or not, when your leg starts turning black it's a good idea to have it looked at. Turns out it was an infected bug bite, so I got some antibiotics and now it just looks like a bruise.
Oi, Claire. I hope you wanted the Kaiser Chiefs album, because I bought it for you today. I'll buy the Libertines for you soon, okay? Before I quit, at least. I've got to buy a lot of things for other people (and even more for myself), so I hope there isn't a limit on staff purchases or something. I bought the new White Stripes album today (even though I'm morally opposed to them because they don't have a bass player and BASS PLAYERS ARE REALLY IMPORTANT OKAY) and I still feel kind of bad about it. Can't get over that guilt every time I spend money. It's ridiculous. I'd better get over it before I move out, because I don't want to have an existential crisis every time I go to the supermarket.
If I had a camera, I'd take lots of pictures of myself in silly hats and post them here. I've wanted to do that for a really long time, for some reason. I need a webcam or something. Seriously, whoever heard of a self-centred blogger without a webcam?
I want to quit my job but I'm afraid to tell my boss. I was supposed to be done by the fifteenth, but to do that I would have had to give my notice today, which I didn't do. My boss is just terrifying, seriously. I keep asking myself what's the worst that could happen, but then I remember she could YELL AT ME OMG and then I would be SCARRED FOR LIFE and no I am not joking at all. There are people who I have avoided for years because I had one awkward conversation with them and every time I see them I panic. It's not social anxiety, I'm just an idiot.
Other than that, things are okay. I went to the hospital on Sunday and found out that no, I don't have the flesh-eating virus. It's stil la good thing I went though, because flesh-eating virus or not, when your leg starts turning black it's a good idea to have it looked at. Turns out it was an infected bug bite, so I got some antibiotics and now it just looks like a bruise.
Oi, Claire. I hope you wanted the Kaiser Chiefs album, because I bought it for you today. I'll buy the Libertines for you soon, okay? Before I quit, at least. I've got to buy a lot of things for other people (and even more for myself), so I hope there isn't a limit on staff purchases or something. I bought the new White Stripes album today (even though I'm morally opposed to them because they don't have a bass player and BASS PLAYERS ARE REALLY IMPORTANT OKAY) and I still feel kind of bad about it. Can't get over that guilt every time I spend money. It's ridiculous. I'd better get over it before I move out, because I don't want to have an existential crisis every time I go to the supermarket.
If I had a camera, I'd take lots of pictures of myself in silly hats and post them here. I've wanted to do that for a really long time, for some reason. I need a webcam or something. Seriously, whoever heard of a self-centred blogger without a webcam?