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I'm guessing it's 4'ish in the am...if you know me, you recognize my peculiar fixation with clocks, hence my uncertainty as to the exact time. So, the latest is that the beau (yes, we're back on; yes I realize I'm fickle; yes I'm also tired of us/our wishy washy ways.) has hit the quarter century mark. My tummy feels a little queasy with the realization that it's T-2'ish months until I'm thrust into "the real world", and I have NO fucking clue as to what the hell I'm going to do with my life. I mean, I'm a force to be reckoned with on paper and in person, so I'm not exactly overly concerned about "making it" per se. Ok, those were definitely famous last words. Six months from now I will be the head fry cook at Whata Burger, which by the way is nothing more than Sonic Burgers with Hardees fries.
As I was saying, typical twenty-something jitters, but goodness...must it be so reminiscent of proportionally challenged adolescence?
~So sleepy
As I was saying, typical twenty-something jitters, but goodness...must it be so reminiscent of proportionally challenged adolescence?
~So sleepy