May 2011
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Whoot
So I just got a call from Brandy;
Looks like I’m working Saturday too. I figured I would be, which is funny. Because we only have five clerks. Scott doesn’t work weekends, Emily is gone. So I figured Andrew would work D/C but I couldn’t figure out who would close Robie that evening. So Brandy called me in to do D/C for Saturday. It means I’m working all week, and I’m...
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Just found Little Eye's Sound Clouds. →
Check em out. Doooo it. Worth it. His voice makes me melt.
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Wow,…
HAHAHAH This fucking made my morning. Best response ever. Espically that last bit, of eating something...
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The next few days are going to see off of tumblr for a while. Sorry guys. I’ve got this exam and I need to do well.
Derrek (cause that’s actually how you spell his name I found out) was being like an eager puppy and was helping me in everything, which is fine, but I think I’m going to have to tactfully tell him that although his help is wonderful, I’m fucking bored when...
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Emily called me, asked me to take her shift because Andrew couldn’t. He’s got a doctors appointment. So I said I’d take it. I need the hours. So that means I’m working four days this week. I’m only a little nervous because I’ve never worked a Monday before and the Robie Street location is closed. So this should be…fun. I hope Derrik is driving me again...
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Running;
She was running in her white wedding dress. Running running, her bare feet hitting the floor hard with each step she took. Her hands held her dress up so her feet were free, she barely glanced behind her as she ran. She made it barely to the gate, just in time. She was being stared at she knew, but that was okay.
When she slipped into her seat she pulled out a piece of paper from a secret...
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Fuck
Fuck Dad.
Can’t my parents be more careful??? No wonder I worry about them constantly!
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