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disclaimer: you actually don't care.
i really don't, either.
i've two confessions:
- i turn up the volume when "burning bright" plays on the radio.
-i'll bring my car back into drive and go an extra block just to hear the rest of it.
however, ain't no shame in my game.
today was the first day in a long while that i've stayed conscious for over 15 hours.
it almost reminded me of being a fncing college student.
i've never mentioned how much i enjoy living among the MidCity Merchants
only bc the cognomen reminds me of a 1999 Ja Rule song.
while not that hXc, it's fucking convenient. i have Rite-Aid, Walgreens, CVS, Blockbuster, a thrift shop, 2 quaint antique/trinket shop, tattoo clinic, lebanese restaurant, a bank, 3 cafes, radio station, and the obligatory Arabian beauty+everything-$1 store all within the same block as my apt.
not to mention the hypnosis clinic in my front yard.
i received my tax return today. a year of my working at wal-mart + one other place, and jackson hewitt manages to pocket more of my refund than i did.
baby's first racketeering victimization.
it did allow me to open a new checking account.
it was unusually fun.
Josh (my friendly personal banker) and i discussed fagschool, dax riggs, and engineering major vs pregnancy.
some of my best topics.
a curious tidbit: among a few of my latest spinster activities (inc. whoring my hot face for discounts at that local Arabian$1store and accumulating hundreds of dollars in moving violations via my aptly named chevy cavalier coupe), i now work at Calendar's.
not surprisingly, my christmas tree is still standing, fully dressed.
i really don't, either.
i've two confessions:
- i turn up the volume when "burning bright" plays on the radio.
-i'll bring my car back into drive and go an extra block just to hear the rest of it.
however, ain't no shame in my game.
today was the first day in a long while that i've stayed conscious for over 15 hours.
it almost reminded me of being a fncing college student.
i've never mentioned how much i enjoy living among the MidCity Merchants
only bc the cognomen reminds me of a 1999 Ja Rule song.
while not that hXc, it's fucking convenient. i have Rite-Aid, Walgreens, CVS, Blockbuster, a thrift shop, 2 quaint antique/trinket shop, tattoo clinic, lebanese restaurant, a bank, 3 cafes, radio station, and the obligatory Arabian beauty+everything-$1 store all within the same block as my apt.
not to mention the hypnosis clinic in my front yard.
i received my tax return today. a year of my working at wal-mart + one other place, and jackson hewitt manages to pocket more of my refund than i did.
baby's first racketeering victimization.
it did allow me to open a new checking account.
it was unusually fun.
Josh (my friendly personal banker) and i discussed fagschool, dax riggs, and engineering major vs pregnancy.
some of my best topics.
a curious tidbit: among a few of my latest spinster activities (inc. whoring my hot face for discounts at that local Arabian$1store and accumulating hundreds of dollars in moving violations via my aptly named chevy cavalier coupe), i now work at Calendar's.
not surprisingly, my christmas tree is still standing, fully dressed.