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Frank claims to not read my journal and yet I find it bookmarked on the computer at his house. Very interesting. But I think I figured it out. The computer itself was probably just hijacked by aliens in search of a good literary read here on earth. Surely, they were pointed in the direction of the classic "Green Eggs and Ham" story, but simply could not resist the greatness that is my journal. Or maybe Frank is just a goddamn jester. Hmmm. *ponders* Well either way, it's there so....
HI FRANK! and your rapping.... do do do
anyways...
I have work tonight. 3-9. My first day. I hope I don't make the cash register beep and malfunction. And then anger all the customers in the process. I'll wake up in a pot of boiling water with an apple in my mouth. Nothing out of the ordinary there. But then they'll cook me up and eat me for dinner. Oh no. I won't taste all that good. Too salty. But maybe since I'm not a healthy eat (shut up), and not part of the Atkin's diet that everyone seems to follow these days, they'll spare my life and only eat (shut up again) some of me. Yes, perhaps I'll come out alive and still have a limb or two to work with. Perhaps. I'm not asking for much. But we'll see how it goes. I'm sure I'll be fine. Actually, I'll probably perform my job so well that I get a raise on the first day and from that point on, make about $29357237592 an hour. And that's after they take taxes out. I fucking rule.
But I've been in weird moods lately. I dunno. Lots of stuff going on. I try not to take it out on anyone... but sometimes I do. And just thinking about the way I've been acting lately makes me feel sick because I'm really not like that. And I'm very sorry. I know no one's perfect... but I just don't wanna fuck things up with the best thing that ever happened to me. You know who you are. <3333
So tired...
goodnight.
HI FRANK! and your rapping.... do do do
anyways...
I have work tonight. 3-9. My first day. I hope I don't make the cash register beep and malfunction. And then anger all the customers in the process. I'll wake up in a pot of boiling water with an apple in my mouth. Nothing out of the ordinary there. But then they'll cook me up and eat me for dinner. Oh no. I won't taste all that good. Too salty. But maybe since I'm not a healthy eat (shut up), and not part of the Atkin's diet that everyone seems to follow these days, they'll spare my life and only eat (shut up again) some of me. Yes, perhaps I'll come out alive and still have a limb or two to work with. Perhaps. I'm not asking for much. But we'll see how it goes. I'm sure I'll be fine. Actually, I'll probably perform my job so well that I get a raise on the first day and from that point on, make about $29357237592 an hour. And that's after they take taxes out. I fucking rule.
But I've been in weird moods lately. I dunno. Lots of stuff going on. I try not to take it out on anyone... but sometimes I do. And just thinking about the way I've been acting lately makes me feel sick because I'm really not like that. And I'm very sorry. I know no one's perfect... but I just don't wanna fuck things up with the best thing that ever happened to me. You know who you are. <3333
So tired...
goodnight.