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Martha Stewart, polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down anyways.
Someone sent me one of them damn Crushlink things, and its killing me. Filling up my mailbox, somethinglike six or seven emails in the past 24 hours, all talking about giving hints, and blah blah blah, but you've got to sign up for all these contests to get the hints. It's all bullshit. I haven't filled out one form, but it drives me nuts getting anonymous things. I hate it. I always just assume its from people that are just fucking with me, which is probably the case, but still. Fuck.
Last night pretty much blew. Saturday's seem to for the most part. I had my 30 pack of Stones attatched to my right hand. Should have had it surgically so, but que-ev. No one's bilking shit out of me. The guy's house we went to was playing shitty music, and only snippets at that, so it was kind of making me nervous. But I didn't really want to go home either because the sewer backed up through our water heater on Friday afternoon and it stinks like shit. We had someone come check it out immediately, but they haven't been able to get the carpet cleaners here yet, and it just has this wet dog/fart smell which completely fucking sucks. What a shitty shitty week.
I think I may actually do homework tonight to keep my mind occupied. Either that or I go back in the stank ass living room and finish watching Fight Club.
Martha Stewart, polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down anyways.
Someone sent me one of them damn Crushlink things, and its killing me. Filling up my mailbox, somethinglike six or seven emails in the past 24 hours, all talking about giving hints, and blah blah blah, but you've got to sign up for all these contests to get the hints. It's all bullshit. I haven't filled out one form, but it drives me nuts getting anonymous things. I hate it. I always just assume its from people that are just fucking with me, which is probably the case, but still. Fuck.
Last night pretty much blew. Saturday's seem to for the most part. I had my 30 pack of Stones attatched to my right hand. Should have had it surgically so, but que-ev. No one's bilking shit out of me. The guy's house we went to was playing shitty music, and only snippets at that, so it was kind of making me nervous. But I didn't really want to go home either because the sewer backed up through our water heater on Friday afternoon and it stinks like shit. We had someone come check it out immediately, but they haven't been able to get the carpet cleaners here yet, and it just has this wet dog/fart smell which completely fucking sucks. What a shitty shitty week.
I think I may actually do homework tonight to keep my mind occupied. Either that or I go back in the stank ass living room and finish watching Fight Club.
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