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I'm about as stressed as litterhosen on a fat midget. I've been cleanign for this grad party all day and it's gotten to the point where i just wanna crash. I'm goign ot be dead soon anyway (i work from 12am to 8am out in westland on sunday) then i'mgoign to see Harry Potter on Monday around 2, right before i go to work on Monday to close with Will... Sorry will, but I'll do all the cover boxes and shit like that to make up for it. Anyway i'm cleaning the basement with nothing to keep me company other then The Addams Family on TVLand and Reno 911! on Comedy. Kelly is having a finals cram session so i'm dealing with her and 3 freinds giggling and listioning to realy loud bad music. I'm about ready to say fuck it all, not like i wanted a party anyway. I'm dead on my feet. I feel like punching out a guy in a chicken suit. Or bunny suit. If it was a gator i'd kick hi min the nuts. I saw a movie once where this guy had his freind dress up as the locol "famous" croc and he was like "I got away" "how?" "I kicked hi min the nuts!" "they have those?"
I'm rambling. I think i'll set my socks on fire then freeze them. That would be funny. I'm gone. Out. Done like a turkey that's been shoved in a microwave for 4 hours and set on high.
I'm rambling. I think i'll set my socks on fire then freeze them. That would be funny. I'm gone. Out. Done like a turkey that's been shoved in a microwave for 4 hours and set on high.