I really wished that the first moment I had free to blog was supposed to anounce something happy like how me and my artist friend Svetla managed to get so much done with the comic book, or how the post office isn't really stealing my packages of books (thank god for that), or how good I feel with my job although I hate my collegues and such, but no
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*hugs* to you Harry. Please don't do anything silly with your liver... (Um, just kidding, but see the point you're making.) Also, I hope you find that young billionaire soon. ;)
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Good thing about liver is that it can grow so chipping some off won't kill me. ;)
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"Seeing your mother cry is not something you would like to see, especially when you witness how her boss, a blond bimbo neurotic, degrades her ever day."
Huh, sounds like my mom's boss most of the time (except for the bimbo part, but he might as well be). It's gotten better, but only because my mom subtly threatened to quit and she's the best that he has. Hopefully it gets better with your mom, too.
Don't worry, everything will work out. Just keep working hard and don't forget to make some time for yourself. Oh, and I hope you find your billionare soon. *hugs* Be good to yourself.
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Well her boss is a woman and her voice is like a high pitch drawl, if there exists anything in the vocabulary to describe how flailed cats and nails on a chalk board sound verry muffled like under water.
I wish we were back in the middle ages, where people died, when you cried witch, witch!
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