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If there were an award for having the worst luck with men I would be up for the number one position. But that isn't entirely what this is about. This is about the realization that I have changed, but I just failed to notice it until lately. Whether or not this is a good change, I am not entirely sure - I think maybe a little of both - but more good than bad. John wants to propose to Danielle on Valentine's Day. That shit trips me out. I can't really say much because I don't exactly make the best relationship decisions myself, but if you would ask me whether or not the issue was going to end with happily ever after, I would bet no.
Working 12 hour shifts suck ass. My legs feel like they been pulled out. I never want to have to do that shit again, but I know I will. Hey, it's money, so I shouldn't complain. Plus, I make tips. How you like them apples ? Mine are purple by the way.
Getting older feels wierd, and realizing you are becoming an adult is even odder. The things I used to enjoy don't seem to have the same meaning to me anymore. I know I will always miss some things that I shouldn't, but I do realize that it's never like the first time. Even if I do wish it was.
I'll write more when I'm not so drugged.
Working 12 hour shifts suck ass. My legs feel like they been pulled out. I never want to have to do that shit again, but I know I will. Hey, it's money, so I shouldn't complain. Plus, I make tips. How you like them apples ? Mine are purple by the way.
Getting older feels wierd, and realizing you are becoming an adult is even odder. The things I used to enjoy don't seem to have the same meaning to me anymore. I know I will always miss some things that I shouldn't, but I do realize that it's never like the first time. Even if I do wish it was.
I'll write more when I'm not so drugged.