| 8:55 p.m. | in which certainities are turned on their head | 2002-07-28 |
| Reaped | argh! life sucks so bad i'm reverting to cliches. can you believe i have to take the fucking piss test again b/c it was too watery for the lab? GODDAMMIT! packing the lodge has ceased in lieu of envisioning worst case scenarios, in which i become one a skanky 2 bit n.o. stripper writing papers for undergrads for 20 bucks a pop in her spare time, lap dance not included. blech. certo tastes like bile. don't let anyone tell you differently. will this be the end of library grrl? at least let me get to the city of sin before the suicidal life style begins. someone's frowning from above. i can read the gas chromatography from here, and it says, we don't hire pot heads, but herr doktor down the hall can snort all the snow in the state then go scrub up for pre-op. spooty war on drugs. congress won't pass mandatory drug tests for themselves, but they'll sure as hell see to it the librarians are clean. bah. feh. hiss. spit. i hate the world so much. maybe i'll just up and move to the netherlands. or start a healthy heroin habit. or give up this shit all together & go back to food service. one thing i know for sure, watching XXXXXX & die schwester smoke all weekend did nothing to help my mood. c'mon, at least not in front of the face, especially while tisking over how stupid i must be to fuck up the first time. i am such a loser. stop reading this, it's too self indulgent. |
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New digs - 2004-05-25 Bachelor hell - 2004-05-10 Grumble - 2004-05-07 Coachella pt. 2, or goddamn do my fingers hurt - 2004-05-05 Coachella part one, or, this monkey's gone to indio rawk heaven - 2004-05-05 Random Shearings Rings |
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