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Hi, my name is Charlie. I like to make people wait for 1.5 hours and walk home through the ghetto. I also like to take out my frustrations on somebody who's just trying to make sure the present she's giving me hasn't been cancelled because I can't return two phone calls. Then at least if it has been cancelled she wants to find out if it can be gotten back or if she'll get her her money back before I blow it on losing poker, or wine and DVDs. Then I'm going to hang up because I'm a fucking woman, drink myself to sleep and call in to work tomorrow because I have a hangover- AGAIN.
(PS- I swear to god if Charles Altman causes my mania to end, I'll fucking kill him. Then I'll be twice as happy as I am now.
Shira- I think that "Charlie Haters" party is in order after all....
And last but not least- I'm still sober. There's rum in the kitchen for the flaming peaches, but it'll be bad enough to lose the mania, I'm not giving up the officially more than 2 weeks of sobriety because of my ex-girlfriend.)
Whatafuckingmoron. *sigh*
(PS- I swear to god if Charles Altman causes my mania to end, I'll fucking kill him. Then I'll be twice as happy as I am now.
Shira- I think that "Charlie Haters" party is in order after all....
And last but not least- I'm still sober. There's rum in the kitchen for the flaming peaches, but it'll be bad enough to lose the mania, I'm not giving up the officially more than 2 weeks of sobriety because of my ex-girlfriend.)
Whatafuckingmoron. *sigh*