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My...my apartment looks, and feels, like it's part of some cheesy Holiday special. This is the last time that I allow Luciano to decorate our dinky apartment - I seriously almost slipped on a piece of tinsel that he left on the floor the other day.
And I still feel that my cactus plant would have made a better (and inexpensive) substitute for a Christmas tree.
...also. I just got some weird e-mail about speed dating. With a time, date, and meeting place. D-did you sign me up for something weird again, Luciano? Because if you did...te voy a matar.
Oh, and I'm officially done with classes. Thank God. Now I'll be able to party sleep-er, get more work hours. Or I could lessen my work load and actually go home a bit early. But I already paid for my ticket home in advance, so I guess I'll have to deal with my ama's bitching about my visiting the family so late.
And I want a new job. There's only so much pinching and drunken slurring I can take without busting a cap in-I mean, without losing my cool.
[Te voy a matar: "I'm going to kill you."]
And I still feel that my cactus plant would have made a better (and inexpensive) substitute for a Christmas tree.
...also. I just got some weird e-mail about speed dating. With a time, date, and meeting place. D-did you sign me up for something weird again, Luciano? Because if you did...te voy a matar.
Oh, and I'm officially done with classes. Thank God. Now I'll be able to party sleep-er, get more work hours. Or I could lessen my work load and actually go home a bit early. But I already paid for my ticket home in advance, so I guess I'll have to deal with my ama's bitching about my visiting the family so late.
And I want a new job. There's only so much pinching and drunken slurring I can take without busting a cap in-I mean, without losing my cool.
[Te voy a matar: "I'm going to kill you."]