So, yeah, here I am again . . . WHOA my arm hurts . . .
So I didn't have to get up and sing in front of people today (thank Ghede . . .)
I have to do it on Monday (OH GOD!)
But I'm not worried (yesiam)
Once again, I don't really know what to say. I'm mentally preparing myself for work, and praying my boss doesn't take me off phones (she's done that before and ruind my WHOLE day), and that my friend Superman is actually working.
I have notes due on Wednesday so I'm doing them on Monday night. SO no homework.
I should be really happy excited: It's Friday, I have the good job, nothing to do tomorrow, access to a computer over the weekend . . .
Am I missing something? Did someone slip LSD into my Dr. Pepper and KitKat bar? I didn't eat the school food, so it wasn't that . . .
Is it because of my pants? I never liked these damn white pants I have to wear for work when my tan (or purple) corduroys are dirty.
Maybe . . . *panic* I'M GROWING SOFT! Helllpppp MMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
So off I go, readers. To The End. Thank You For The Venom.
If Life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughin'? If life ain't just a joke, then why am I dead?
*laughs at the use of MCR's lyrics and songs*
~Jink~





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