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i am ever upper class high society. god's gifft to ballroom notoriety. crap, it looks like i'm going to have to look for work again; the boss is still jerking me around. he says he has work on the cooker, but i dont know what to believe. the last time i went over there, i went unannounced and he was in some nice clothes and whitw whitw socks, so i doubt he's working without me. grandma came over and paid some of my bills for me. i hate having help from her. its kinda wierd, when i was growing up, i looked at my folks and knew the kind of person i would be, so i never asked grandparents for anything, knowing i would need the help later lol.