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Today I spilled a bottle of red wine all over my shoes and aisle 8. It was awesome. It smelled good. Yesterday I was drinking wine and my aunt's dog knocked it off the coffee table, so it was odd that 12 hours later I was covered in wine again. Note to self: Don't hold the bottles by the neck like a fucking lush. this is my favorite song. EVEr. I got called "Red," "darlin'," "baby," "hun," and "precious" about 45 times yesterday. I thought that only happened to bartenders and waitresses. I was stocking the beer cooler... Fucking drunk perverts.
Only perverts call me red. One of them said he likes me cuz he sees me walking to work all the time listening to Led Zeppelin, darlin, and I look real relazed. i don't like that he sees me go to work everyday. i don't like that he knew what was on my headphones. i don't like that he was 800 years old, either.
TWELVE MORE DAYS!
...throw me a party, bitches. oh, yeah, and there was a pow-wow on campus yesterday and i bought a sage smudge-stick. it smells real purty. the pow-wow was awesome!