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After a year or so I rediscovered old e-mails. What a terrible/fantastic feeling. The dreams are being a little frightening.
One week from today I get to start making many mixed tapes and start keeping food fresh in a refrigerator.
There still is no response to my inquiry about a job at the Trek store in my e-mail's inbox. This is also very frightening.
Now I am about to work at Urban Outfitters for my third time this week, which I am content about, but still it is not enough hours. Secondly, I am missing a show tonight, a show I was to play, a show that Daggermouth jumped on (who I really enjoy and refuse to pay to see at Roboto tomorrow).
Two weeks from today I will be planning on what I need to pack for Philadelphia.
I need someone to tell me they have a crush on me.
One week from today I get to start making many mixed tapes and start keeping food fresh in a refrigerator.
There still is no response to my inquiry about a job at the Trek store in my e-mail's inbox. This is also very frightening.
Now I am about to work at Urban Outfitters for my third time this week, which I am content about, but still it is not enough hours. Secondly, I am missing a show tonight, a show I was to play, a show that Daggermouth jumped on (who I really enjoy and refuse to pay to see at Roboto tomorrow).
Two weeks from today I will be planning on what I need to pack for Philadelphia.
I need someone to tell me they have a crush on me.