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Dec 15, 2006 11:46

So, here I am. Home. I think i'm about to go to some Christmas Party at my dad's job, but i'm not sure. All I know is that I do want some free stuff. Like, money. Money is good. YUMMY MONEY. So, I probably will go. My parents are leaving next week. I kinda don't want to stay with my sister, but I have to. It won't be that bad I guess. My parents got me an iMac for Christmas. I'm waaay too fucking spoiled and I hate it. But then I think about all the things I do and give up to be a good girl, and I say to myself "I TOTALLY DESERVE AN IMAC" but then I dunno. I'm not sure if an iMac is really gonna make me any happier than before. So, now I have to be extra good so that my parents won't be like "OH OH SO WE JUST GOT YOU AN IMAC AND YOU'RE GONNA GO OFF WITH THIS GUY AND DO THIS AND GO OUT ALL THE TIME AND PUT MORE DENTS IN YOUR CAR," etc. I'm gonna be good and bring them good grades and all sorts of love and happiness, cus they really do deserve it.

Anyway, I went to my company's Christmas Dinner the other night. The food was excellent and it was cool watching old people dance the jitterbug. What was NOT cool was that I sat at the "young peoples' table." Fuck the young peoples' table. Disgusting. I share the same job with two other girls. One is 'single', and the other has a boyfriend. Well, the 'single' girl was just there....making out with one of the new car salesman who is married and has a child and who's wife is pregnant. Soo, I just kinda turned my chair the opposite way, which was also a bad idea, for the other girl was also getting humped by her boyfriend. I left around ten. Oh, it wasn't a bad party.
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