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i have the house to myself right now. its kind of cool. cool except, i feel like im dying, or going to die, or like someone is standing on my chest and kind of jumping a little. today was a really shitty day at work...basically i just kind of left an hour into my shift after this stupid cunt that i work with made me really angry. so ehh, i might get fired. or quit. or whatever. i feel shitty about it but not THAT shitty because people shouldnt have to feel like theyre about to cry 75 percent of the time they are at work. apparently taylor is coming over. which should be nice. it sort of occured to me today that he generally calls jane before he calls me...that he spents twice as much time with her than he does with me. i should care but, i dont think i do. so its kind of pointless. its kind of, really obvious that he just sort of, you know. doesnt come over to see me, exactly, and that if im the only one sitting on the couch when he walks by the window he always seems slightly...disappointed? i was loving living here until about 955 this morning when everything that sort of sucks started to really really suck. i am pretty sure im going to quit starbucks if idont get fired first, and i think i can manage to get the rest of the rent by just working at broken cup for the rest of the month.
so its not that bad right?
so really i should shut the fuck up.
i.love.nyc.
so its not that bad right?
so really i should shut the fuck up.
i.love.nyc.