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I just got back from San Francisco. The airline lost my luggage. That's awesome. Brett comes to pick me up in my car, and him and Tommy used all the gas, and didn't bother to put anymore in there. They're not using my car anymore. I get home, and all the food I bought before I left is completely gone. Every goddamn dish is dirty. Can I get a fucking break tonight? Oh, and both of my uniforms are in my luggage. I have to wear a uniform tomorrow. Guess that's not going to happen.
At least the girl I like is coming to hang out with me.
At least the girl I like is coming to hang out with me.