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Today started out great. I had a fabulous day at work. Annie left me in charge of the store... I was hoping I would have to prove to her I was able to work well under pressure without her there to fall back on, but alas the store remained EMPTY the whole time she was gone, so Greta did my make up. I love my job so much. After work I picked up Richard and we came back here. It's really annoying that everytime I bing people over, the kids come and follow us wherever we are and try to hang out too. It's fine, I understand I'm awesome and my friends are too, but sometimes I just want to hang out with my friends... which is usually the reason why I'm with them in the first place. Richard and I watched most of 8 days a week, but Stacy came in the living room yelling at Tyler so I just took him home. Afterwards, I talked to Eric and I drove up to his place to chill, and the asshole didn't answer his fucking phone when i got there, so I just came back home. Shitty. Then I decide to get a slurpee, and the fucking slurpee machine was out, so I got candy and tea instead.
I'm tired of my nights ending like this. Someday, maybe things will come together a little better.
I was thinking about all the people I've worked with, and all the terrible and great things that have gone on at work. I think about Sacha a lot... which makes sense because she worked with me, but I think about how everyone at the store is getting along so much better now. I think about how easily everything has been working out and how much less stressful it is. Then I think about the fact that I don't have anyone to drive home with and fake Hatebreed with anymore. But in the end, I'm better off... I know this. It's just a part of life. Friends come and go. I very strongly believe that everything happens for a reason. She was a part of my life, now she's not. Whatever happened between us happened so I can learn from it. So far, I think I'm doing alright.
I love homosexuals.
I'm also very tired. I have a lot to do this week.
I'm tired of my nights ending like this. Someday, maybe things will come together a little better.
I was thinking about all the people I've worked with, and all the terrible and great things that have gone on at work. I think about Sacha a lot... which makes sense because she worked with me, but I think about how everyone at the store is getting along so much better now. I think about how easily everything has been working out and how much less stressful it is. Then I think about the fact that I don't have anyone to drive home with and fake Hatebreed with anymore. But in the end, I'm better off... I know this. It's just a part of life. Friends come and go. I very strongly believe that everything happens for a reason. She was a part of my life, now she's not. Whatever happened between us happened so I can learn from it. So far, I think I'm doing alright.
I love homosexuals.
I'm also very tired. I have a lot to do this week.