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I am a Deli Clerk at Loeb. *SMASH* That was my head going through the wall. My manager is a cuntface. No. Actually...She's just a cunt. A straight up cunt. I hope I don't get fired. Well, on the bright side, the slicer is pretty much fool proof. I'd have to be really determined to cut my finger off. Like, I'd actually have to stick my finger up and inside the machine. So, I won't be doing that now, will i? The assistant manager is FUCKING AWESOME! His name is Chris. He wears mascara. And he talks to us about getting his nails done. He's really nice too. And...he's gay! :D
I left an entire page on my math test blank...I'm not entirely sure how. I don't even remember reading that page. Maybe because I was too enraged to think. I'm not sure. I have an anthro test coming up. I'm going to fail. Oh man.
I got scratched by a cat at the humane society yesterday and they made a huge deal about it. Like they wanted me to fill out some report, and poor Clint [the cat] has to go into quarentine now. It's not his fault he scratched me. He's just a very affectionate cat. He gets to that point where he's so happy and the only way he can think of to thank you is to bite you and scratch you. He just doesn't know any better. I want to foster him and teach him. :) I think it would be fun. I mean, he's been there for so long. He must be going insane. I'd have to find out if he'd be good with the dogs though. They'd have their fights of course, but it would be okay eventually.
Wow, I'm actually writing about stuff. Sweet.
The lady at the caf told me I look healthier this year. Did I really look that bad last year? Well, I had no color in my skin, no life in my eyes, and no weight on my bones. Yes, I did look that bad.
Oh well, that's all over now.