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I worked 50 hours last week and my boss looked at me like I was crazy when I told him I wanted two days off. What the fuck!? It's called a weekend. I know work zombies like you have no need for them, but I would like to have some "fun" in Colorado Springs this summer. (Yes, "fun").
Anyway, it's the weekend. I slept in until 8 30. I'm about to read East of Eden. I bought a new planner last night. The rents are being nice to one another. I told my mom about taking off school for another year to work with my dad and save up money, and she finally came around to the idea. I talked them into coming to England with me for Christmas this year. Life's good, as always.
I need to shave my armpits, though. They're getting itchy... and longgg. And I have to wait a whole month for season 11 of South park...
Anyway, it's the weekend. I slept in until 8 30. I'm about to read East of Eden. I bought a new planner last night. The rents are being nice to one another. I told my mom about taking off school for another year to work with my dad and save up money, and she finally came around to the idea. I talked them into coming to England with me for Christmas this year. Life's good, as always.
I need to shave my armpits, though. They're getting itchy... and longgg. And I have to wait a whole month for season 11 of South park...