You are allowed to be sad that you've left your job at the salon. You worked there for 5 years. The people there were like a tiny dysfunctional family that got most of your inside jokes and only judged you a little bit for being a huge geek
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I feel everyone should know that this is what we do, pretty much every time one of us opens a chat window with the other. Actual conversations? Those are for boring people who aren't cats for at least 45 minutes a day.
I have no idea what it is, but I log on to check out my email, and my FList. And instead of feeling cheered and revived because hey The Internet. I just get grumpy and feel like punching my computer
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Do you know what sort of a relief it is to realize I'm not a freak for not wanting to be a girl some days. It's like a physical weight has been lifted off my shoulders.