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Dear Diary,
My stepmother has been harassing me and telling me I need to get a summer job so I can chip in. She says she is not going to give me an allowance anymore. Derek gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. It's just not fair. He gets to circle jerk with his butt-buddies day in and day out...and I have to slave around the house and now *I* have to get a job. If my daddy were still alive I wouldn't be in this k-hole. I know the artificial flower factory is hiring summer workers. I could be an intern at the White House, I know how to get down on my knees when the situation calls for it. I tried to get on as a mail sorter at the Post Office. They did a background check on me and said no.
They were all sitting there, cleaning their guns and judging me. I dressed up all snazzy for the interview and everything. They wouldn't hire me because I stole the TV...Stabbed a guy...in the neck....something. Maybe the Sticky-Bunnery at the Old Flatpoint Strip Mall is hiring. Some of the ladies that work there...damn. Just the thought of it makes my beaver want to through up. My stepmonster is bellowing for me to come set the table. At least I have Pokey. My new baby hedgehog! I love my prickly stinky little baby. I wish my life was as easy as his. Rolling around on the floor in my room all day like a wine-o on fire. I better go. If she comes up here she will come out of her hair. I haven't cleaned my room in days. It's smells like Calcutta in here.
Smell you later, you dirty thieving gypsy diary.
xoxo
Jerri
My stepmother has been harassing me and telling me I need to get a summer job so I can chip in. She says she is not going to give me an allowance anymore. Derek gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. It's just not fair. He gets to circle jerk with his butt-buddies day in and day out...and I have to slave around the house and now *I* have to get a job. If my daddy were still alive I wouldn't be in this k-hole. I know the artificial flower factory is hiring summer workers. I could be an intern at the White House, I know how to get down on my knees when the situation calls for it. I tried to get on as a mail sorter at the Post Office. They did a background check on me and said no.
They were all sitting there, cleaning their guns and judging me. I dressed up all snazzy for the interview and everything. They wouldn't hire me because I stole the TV...Stabbed a guy...in the neck....something. Maybe the Sticky-Bunnery at the Old Flatpoint Strip Mall is hiring. Some of the ladies that work there...damn. Just the thought of it makes my beaver want to through up. My stepmonster is bellowing for me to come set the table. At least I have Pokey. My new baby hedgehog! I love my prickly stinky little baby. I wish my life was as easy as his. Rolling around on the floor in my room all day like a wine-o on fire. I better go. If she comes up here she will come out of her hair. I haven't cleaned my room in days. It's smells like Calcutta in here.
Smell you later, you dirty thieving gypsy diary.
xoxo
Jerri