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Macys blows. Thursday: get caught smoking with by far the most random mall employees by a fucking security guard on foot. I'm so ashamed. Friday: work til 12 what the fuck is that? Nobody should have to work at macys til 12. Its like no other torture. Saturday: i'm woken up by what i thought to be the best voice that could ever possibly wake me up. So i guess i woke up with a smile. That sure didnt last. I really need to learn to not talk sometimes, it just ruins everything. So i get my sulkyass outta bed bright and early at 12 and go to work. Fuck that sucks. Night time rolls arund, and once again i hang out with someone sooooooo totally unexpected. It was cool, we went to a party from what i remember. 40's are great, old friends are better. good times. Sunday: work. thats it. I guess things can only go up from here.