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You know, as of late I keep forgetting all about these journal entries until the last minute with all the work I have to get done. Yes, the week of hell has indeed spawned a hideous sequel, but rest assured that if I make it to thisweekend I’m finally in the clear. Might have a few long-term assignments to start working on so that I’m not stressing in the near future, but that will be it. Still, I have to say that I’m finding a new usage for these entries - talking with some of my friends from high school who are leaving comments for this journal on a fairly regular basis.
For the record, my claiming that Butler stole fifty bucks from my bank account was an utter fabrication. Joe’s got better places to steal from, no doubt, now that his funds are running low. It was just a joke. However, I really disagree with Joe when he says that if Petrone is fed up with his roommate, he should try living in a frat house. You’re probably right that they’re equally hellish, but you did CHOOSE to live in the frat house, whereas Petrone got assigned a shitty roommate. Big difference. Also, I appreciate the fact that you’ve got posted online now the picture from last Halloween of you in a French maid’s uniform that leaves disturbingly little to the imagination. Pretty classy, Joe.
My printer frustrates me so much sometimes that I just want to take a baseball bat to it and reenact that infamous scene from “Office Space.” First I spent a month without color printing because the damn ink catridge was broken or something, and now it won’t let me refill my black ink either. Mundane problems to write about, I know, but I’ve been banging my head against a wall over this for a few minutes now. Okay, deep breath…. Please let it be Friday, please let it be Friday…
I’m out.
For the record, my claiming that Butler stole fifty bucks from my bank account was an utter fabrication. Joe’s got better places to steal from, no doubt, now that his funds are running low. It was just a joke. However, I really disagree with Joe when he says that if Petrone is fed up with his roommate, he should try living in a frat house. You’re probably right that they’re equally hellish, but you did CHOOSE to live in the frat house, whereas Petrone got assigned a shitty roommate. Big difference. Also, I appreciate the fact that you’ve got posted online now the picture from last Halloween of you in a French maid’s uniform that leaves disturbingly little to the imagination. Pretty classy, Joe.
My printer frustrates me so much sometimes that I just want to take a baseball bat to it and reenact that infamous scene from “Office Space.” First I spent a month without color printing because the damn ink catridge was broken or something, and now it won’t let me refill my black ink either. Mundane problems to write about, I know, but I’ve been banging my head against a wall over this for a few minutes now. Okay, deep breath…. Please let it be Friday, please let it be Friday…
I’m out.