it's almost eight, and i feel as if this day was a total waste.
i hate the asshole at the liquor store.
i hate wachovia.
i hate the fact that my birthday is over.
i hate being in my apartment all day.
i hate it that someone feels they must change for me, because i know i won't do it for him.
i won't do it for anyone.
i love being single, i love skip-bo,
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