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It's Christmas Eve. It doesn't feel like it.
Yeah, I've been surrounded by Christmas since November, but it really still doesn't even feel like it. I've been so fucking busy all the time, with school, work, college, helping my mom, car shopping, shopping for people that don't really matter. Everything just seems like a waste of time right now. I know it'll pay off, but I just don't see it in the future.
I'm working tonight 3-9. So I get to miss my Christmas party at my Uncle's house. I've gone to that every single year. So that's kinda a bummer. Then, I get to... Go home? Horray for tons of Christmas Spirit.
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I don't know about Mike's gift. I'm thinking of bringing it back. I'd rather have that 148$ and buy some insurance. We really were awful friends. That kinda turned into, who can flirt with who the most until whoever makes the first move. But my feelings towards it was never considered. Even after the last time, where we cuddled afterwards, stroked eachother's hair, blahblahblah mushy stuff that I loved.
So yeah. I thought about it last night. I started crying while working. Atleast I got 20 minutes alone. Not dealing with assholes. Which is fun.
A customer gave me 2 bucks. That was neat. I bought a coffee so I wouldn't pass out.
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Anywho. ... There's still stupid chores to do around the house, then I have to go to work, then probably kill myself. Then I'll have some brownies.
Yeah, I've been surrounded by Christmas since November, but it really still doesn't even feel like it. I've been so fucking busy all the time, with school, work, college, helping my mom, car shopping, shopping for people that don't really matter. Everything just seems like a waste of time right now. I know it'll pay off, but I just don't see it in the future.
I'm working tonight 3-9. So I get to miss my Christmas party at my Uncle's house. I've gone to that every single year. So that's kinda a bummer. Then, I get to... Go home? Horray for tons of Christmas Spirit.
--
I don't know about Mike's gift. I'm thinking of bringing it back. I'd rather have that 148$ and buy some insurance. We really were awful friends. That kinda turned into, who can flirt with who the most until whoever makes the first move. But my feelings towards it was never considered. Even after the last time, where we cuddled afterwards, stroked eachother's hair, blahblahblah mushy stuff that I loved.
So yeah. I thought about it last night. I started crying while working. Atleast I got 20 minutes alone. Not dealing with assholes. Which is fun.
A customer gave me 2 bucks. That was neat. I bought a coffee so I wouldn't pass out.
--
Anywho. ... There's still stupid chores to do around the house, then I have to go to work, then probably kill myself. Then I'll have some brownies.