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Friday, February 5, 2010 @ 11:03 PM


Life is pretty much really really busy for me. Like hey, when was it ever not. But on Friday it really pissed me off. Maybe it had something to do with this particular fucktard who doesn't know how to give instructions. And then i failed to get through an interview because apparently i'm too young. COME ON, DO I EVEN LOOK YOUNG. I'm eighteen for christ's sake! This year, at least. End of this year. Fine. But going out with the girls really took away my stress. Aww, missed them so. But really, four poor blokes walking around searching for something decently cheap to eat, not funny. In the end we pathetically shared a pepper lunch, a pork ramen and some chicken set thing which each of us only paid three bucks for. We so shouldn't have bought the nine bucks necklace. Nine bucks, if they allowed a refund would ensure us a fuller stomach, and half an hour spent there fickle mindedly choosing the nicest and most suitable necklace for each of us has pissed our tolerating stomachs off. Shucks, i really need to eat more. Nowadays i feel like i could get blown away by the wind..