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[eetmewithtoast]

My job is cool, but I don't know how long I can take these hours. An hour and a half of work on Wednesday. Four hours today. They're killing us, those slavedrivers!

When I read rollick's story of how she became an Editor at The Onion, I was filled with awe. So fucking cool! How do you do that? How can you become an Editor of anything, much less

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[eetmewithtoast]

Yay two-dollar ponies at the in-house shop!

You'd have to give me money first, though, 'cause I'm poor. And tell me exactly which ones you want, of course.

[eetmewithtoast]

Yep, don't mind me. My brain is deep-fried right now. I don't quite know what I'm doing yet, but I'll race you any time.

[eetmewithtoast]

Aaaaaaaand you can bring me back my movies! There was an Indian Festival (dot, not feather) today, and I thought to myself, "Hey, I own Bend it Like Beckam! I can so watch it tonight . . . I so cannot. Fuck!"

I had lots of fun racing Cloudy Day today. I'm up for more anytime. :)