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We were riding on the subway. Enough said.
Well, Lyndz and I have decided that I'm gonna go up there for about three or four days and then looks for some places to live, put a deposit down, then eventually move into whatever we like. It takes time! I'm all EXCITED$@%$#!% I just..yeah, I hate my job so much. I'll go ahead and last every fucking 12 hours, but it definitely sucks. My body is so sore it's not even funny. Come Saturday, I'm gonna start wearing a ring and tell all these dipshit guys I'm married. Get this, this one guy who works on another shift came in for some overtime, that's cool and all. He's totally hot and his name is Reggie. Anyway, we talk like all night until about 5:30 he asks if I have a boyfriend seeing as how I have someone's name on me..blah blah. I said "no, I'm taking a break" buuuuut then I asked if he was married or had a girlfriend..he is all like "No way" haha..wrong.
The dude so lied to me. Eventually he came and told me, but WHAT THE FUCK. After that he goes "you like to go out drinking" and I say "yeah, sometimes" AND I ask if he goes with his wife..he said "no, she's not fun to drink with." I just can't believe after saying that he hinted around that he wanted us to go drinking. HOMO. hahahaaaaa he told me at some point that I need to move to his shift. Right. Whatever, I'm so sick of married guys lying. What is the purpose of being married if you're going to lie.
Bye.