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I always have bad dreams at my grandmother's house. Last weekend a had one in which my dad died and another in which amy s died. Last night I had a dream that my dad and I were suicide bombers who were working with al-qaeda to blow up liberty place. We both chickened out, though. My dad and I are the worst terrorists ever.
SPEAKING OF LIBERTY PLACE my lunch hour is so lonely. I feel like "Streets of Philadelphia" by Bruce Springsteen is always playing as the soundtrack to my life at work. Someone visit because arsenic is looking like a pretty good lunch right now. some annoying stuff I won't get into happened at work and I'm dreading my return tomorrow. And I don't get paid.
SPEAKING OF LIBERTY PLACE my lunch hour is so lonely. I feel like "Streets of Philadelphia" by Bruce Springsteen is always playing as the soundtrack to my life at work. Someone visit because arsenic is looking like a pretty good lunch right now. some annoying stuff I won't get into happened at work and I'm dreading my return tomorrow. And I don't get paid.