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A little glimpse inside my head. Be careful. It's a mess in here.

Monday, October 20, 2003
I live to slack...usually

I know I haven't been visiting as many blogs as I should be. It doesn't mean that I don't love you or even like you a bit. It's just that I only have so long to do everything here at the dreaded library. But fear not friends and neighbors for I have emailed the computer people again to see what can be done. Also, I went and applied for another job....at the mall....shut up, I can hear you laughing, it's not funny. It's necessary. And since I was forbidden to join the happy hooker trade, it's my only recourse - save the dreaded Citicorp. On the upside, instead of crazy wired jaw guys, I am currently surrounded by 6, count them, 6, hunky guys who are speaking a wonderfully sexy language that I can't quite place at the moment. Yum.


posted by Beth 7:57 PM
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