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i don't understand how people can post everyday. do you really have that much free time? do you really have that much to say?
anyway.. i have decided that if i don't move into the white house with the blue shutters with exa, i will not come back next year. i almost hope we don't get the house.
i really hate my job. my supervisor is an idiot who i believe was "special" as a kid, or still is. i told them that i'm not coming back after christmas. i'm going to try to get a job at starbucks at home, since i'll only be here a few days a week next semester.
only a week left until the exciting bama dining christmas party. if anyone has a flask i can borrow, let me know.
this has a point, it's just really long:
the christmas that i was dating wes, i was really broke. i had just quit my shitty job at pizzaman and was waiting to start my shitty job at subway. i ended up borrowing a bunch of money from my mom so that i could buy him a christmas present. i ended up buying a bunch of cool stuff (playdough, army soldiers, the gum that he liked, his favorite cologne, candy, etc.) to put in the stocking i was going to make him (he didn't have a christmas stocking). i also bought him some clothes from hot topic that i knew he wanted, and some really nice (gap- 7$ a pair) cool socks. i stayed up until 3am christmas morning finishing what was quite possibly the coolest stocking ever made. i made it out of old jeans and black garbage bags. i wrote things and put stickers and shit on the front of it, and wrote all of his favorite bands on the back of it with paint. the little cuff on the top of it was duck tape, and it hung by a wallet chain.
this year, trevette asked wes what kind of stuff i would like for christmas. his reply: "It doesn't matter. When we dated she just got me a bunch of shit from the dollar store"
anyway.. i have decided that if i don't move into the white house with the blue shutters with exa, i will not come back next year. i almost hope we don't get the house.
i really hate my job. my supervisor is an idiot who i believe was "special" as a kid, or still is. i told them that i'm not coming back after christmas. i'm going to try to get a job at starbucks at home, since i'll only be here a few days a week next semester.
only a week left until the exciting bama dining christmas party. if anyone has a flask i can borrow, let me know.
this has a point, it's just really long:
the christmas that i was dating wes, i was really broke. i had just quit my shitty job at pizzaman and was waiting to start my shitty job at subway. i ended up borrowing a bunch of money from my mom so that i could buy him a christmas present. i ended up buying a bunch of cool stuff (playdough, army soldiers, the gum that he liked, his favorite cologne, candy, etc.) to put in the stocking i was going to make him (he didn't have a christmas stocking). i also bought him some clothes from hot topic that i knew he wanted, and some really nice (gap- 7$ a pair) cool socks. i stayed up until 3am christmas morning finishing what was quite possibly the coolest stocking ever made. i made it out of old jeans and black garbage bags. i wrote things and put stickers and shit on the front of it, and wrote all of his favorite bands on the back of it with paint. the little cuff on the top of it was duck tape, and it hung by a wallet chain.
this year, trevette asked wes what kind of stuff i would like for christmas. his reply: "It doesn't matter. When we dated she just got me a bunch of shit from the dollar store"