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Work is so damned boring now. It's the same thing and the same people ordering the same thing. And I'm starting to really hate the smell of pancakes.
And I swear if a little kid spills syurp on me again, I'm going to hurt someone. Do tjhey realize that if I got mad enough I could break their table in half.
Then I'd get fired....
And wouldn't have money for food...or booze...or Jean. Damn... there goes that idea.
And I swear if a little kid spills syurp on me again, I'm going to hurt someone. Do tjhey realize that if I got mad enough I could break their table in half.
Then I'd get fired....
And wouldn't have money for food...or booze...or Jean. Damn... there goes that idea.