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iii hate my life. THE ONE NIGHT a week i am able to go out and have an absolutely ridiculously fun time is ruined tonight. instead i will be spending the prime hours of 11 pm to seven am behind a fucking desk at the courtyard marriot in newark. doing the night audit shift. thankfully its only a one time deal. but fucking christ. couldnt they ahve scheduled me on a thursday night. i never do anything that night. god damn. so i am in my house. all alone listening to party shuffle on iTunes just blinded by fury that i am stuck doing this. fucking hell.
and the cyst on my ear is growing to gigantic proportions. and it hurts so fucking badly i cant hardly tolerate it any longer.
and if we are let out early tonight which i have high hopes about. i will be running to 133 haines. RUNNING. ugh.
i kinda feel depressed. and i dont know why. but. guess what. im seven seat in the V8. and coach thinks im doing an awesome job. he just says i need to get longer in the front end. what a jump. bow to seven. ha. i miss bow though. workouts were tougher back there. you always got the shit end of the stick, fo real.
and ps can someone be my girlfriend already. im starting to fear that i will end up living a life like blaise sanders. teaching computer science and studio art to high school fucks and building kyacks when im not working because i am unmarried. please ensure this is not what the future has in store for me.
okay. enjoy your nights because i am killing myself at the courtyard marriot. they better not make me interact with guests because i do not give a shit that you cannot sleep well with only two pillows. and we have a full house tonight.BALLS.
and the cyst on my ear is growing to gigantic proportions. and it hurts so fucking badly i cant hardly tolerate it any longer.
and if we are let out early tonight which i have high hopes about. i will be running to 133 haines. RUNNING. ugh.
i kinda feel depressed. and i dont know why. but. guess what. im seven seat in the V8. and coach thinks im doing an awesome job. he just says i need to get longer in the front end. what a jump. bow to seven. ha. i miss bow though. workouts were tougher back there. you always got the shit end of the stick, fo real.
and ps can someone be my girlfriend already. im starting to fear that i will end up living a life like blaise sanders. teaching computer science and studio art to high school fucks and building kyacks when im not working because i am unmarried. please ensure this is not what the future has in store for me.
okay. enjoy your nights because i am killing myself at the courtyard marriot. they better not make me interact with guests because i do not give a shit that you cannot sleep well with only two pillows. and we have a full house tonight.BALLS.