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I DON'T WANT TO GO TO WORK.
WORK=GAY.
I leave Monday for Boca to visit my TM. V. exciting.
I feel angry and trapped and depressed and like I never manage to get anything done.
I have some bookshelves to sand and stain and I'd rather do that than go make shitty money on a Friday night.
I wish I had use of my car or a little more assertion to get use of it from my brother.
I got my apartment back after a few days of thinking I was going to have to live in a teacher house. You know, a house filled with teachers.
I have to go make a sandwich for Kelly. It's part of our deal where she drives me to work and I make her a sandwich.
Last night I made a really good dinner of bbq chicken/mango chutney chicken/green beans/mashed potatoes that are better than mom's. Billy's friends call me Mom-chelle.
Showertime. Bye.
WORK=GAY.
I leave Monday for Boca to visit my TM. V. exciting.
I feel angry and trapped and depressed and like I never manage to get anything done.
I have some bookshelves to sand and stain and I'd rather do that than go make shitty money on a Friday night.
I wish I had use of my car or a little more assertion to get use of it from my brother.
I got my apartment back after a few days of thinking I was going to have to live in a teacher house. You know, a house filled with teachers.
I have to go make a sandwich for Kelly. It's part of our deal where she drives me to work and I make her a sandwich.
Last night I made a really good dinner of bbq chicken/mango chutney chicken/green beans/mashed potatoes that are better than mom's. Billy's friends call me Mom-chelle.
Showertime. Bye.