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Wooooooooooo! It's fuckin' late! Work sucks. To every good there must be an evil. I have found that evil, and his name is Justin. And he works at PetSmart. 20 minutes over my shift and the fucker asks me to pick up line 1 when i'm already clocked out and he's standing next to the phone. Kiss my white ass, chicken fucker. Friday is payday and I swear to god if they don't have both of my checks i'll kill someone. Preferably Justin. Friday, hopefully opening a bank account and then later heading down to the cabin with Jess. Saturday, hang out with Joe, Sam, and Tristan. Sunday, The Bouncing Souls and Street Dogs show. If you have 15 dollars and nothing to do at 6 p.m. Sunday then go. Things have been going pretty smooth lately. How's everybody else doing? I'm really tired and don't have work so I think i'm gonna go sleep in til 2. Talks to everyone later (even though maybe 1 person reads my journal). Goodnight.