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i'm at work right now and i'm really bored. I was suppose to go to lunch with this really nice guy who works here today but he was sick and didn’t come in to work so I went to lunch by myself. That’s no fun.
Some super annoying co-worker of mine just finished telling me some really not funny joke and he thought it was just the funniest thing ever
damn I work with weirdoes. I wish they would just stop talking to me.
I may not be that busy but that’s not an invitation to come and annoy the crap out of me. Ahhhhhhhh! I wish I were invisible!

Some super annoying co-worker of mine just finished telling me some really not funny joke and he thought it was just the funniest thing ever

damn I work with weirdoes. I wish they would just stop talking to me.
I may not be that busy but that’s not an invitation to come and annoy the crap out of me. Ahhhhhhhh! I wish I were invisible!

luckyJQ9 wrote:jeff, you got a girlfriend? yaaayyy!!!!!!
pretty much
thank you for being happy for me. i appreciate it.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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Today sucked big time.
Actually, today was pretty good, it was just my walk home...
I get out of class, and head for the front door of the school. As I reach the windowed doors, I saw that it was sprinkling rain out. No biggy, my dad usually picks me up if it's raining. I stand on my toes and scan the parking lot area for my dad's car. Notta. Alright, I guess I'll just have to get a little wet. I take off my specs and put them in my pocket. Nothing worse that water-spotted lenses. I step out into the mist-like sprinkle and depart for my fifteen minute walk home. I consider crossing the field, but decide that it may be too wet and squishy. So I walk around (it's not too far out of my way). As I reach the sidewalk, the rain picks up a bit. Great. I keep one eye to the road just incase my dad happens to be a little late. Unfortunately, I don't see him anywhere. I would usually listen to my CD player on the way home, but I don't want even the headphones to get wet. About a third of the way home, I realise that my hair is hanging in my eyes. Well, I'm really wet now, but it can't get much worse. A crack of thunder, and all hell breaks loose. The rain begins to pelt down at me with a vengance. Still having about 8 minutes left, I figure there's no point in running, I'm already soaked. So I trudge the rest of the way home, feet squishing in my new shoes and hair hanging in my eyes, just hoping that my backpack is waterproof enough to protect my Biology notes and diskman. I finally get home and slam the door behind me. I throw off my shoes and run upstairs to the bathroom to get out of my cold, wet clothes. As I slip off my dripping backpack, I look out the window to glare at the source of my suffering, only to find that the rain had gone back to a fine mist, and the sun was trying to peek from behind the clouds.
Actually, today was pretty good, it was just my walk home...
I get out of class, and head for the front door of the school. As I reach the windowed doors, I saw that it was sprinkling rain out. No biggy, my dad usually picks me up if it's raining. I stand on my toes and scan the parking lot area for my dad's car. Notta. Alright, I guess I'll just have to get a little wet. I take off my specs and put them in my pocket. Nothing worse that water-spotted lenses. I step out into the mist-like sprinkle and depart for my fifteen minute walk home. I consider crossing the field, but decide that it may be too wet and squishy. So I walk around (it's not too far out of my way). As I reach the sidewalk, the rain picks up a bit. Great. I keep one eye to the road just incase my dad happens to be a little late. Unfortunately, I don't see him anywhere. I would usually listen to my CD player on the way home, but I don't want even the headphones to get wet. About a third of the way home, I realise that my hair is hanging in my eyes. Well, I'm really wet now, but it can't get much worse. A crack of thunder, and all hell breaks loose. The rain begins to pelt down at me with a vengance. Still having about 8 minutes left, I figure there's no point in running, I'm already soaked. So I trudge the rest of the way home, feet squishing in my new shoes and hair hanging in my eyes, just hoping that my backpack is waterproof enough to protect my Biology notes and diskman. I finally get home and slam the door behind me. I throw off my shoes and run upstairs to the bathroom to get out of my cold, wet clothes. As I slip off my dripping backpack, I look out the window to glare at the source of my suffering, only to find that the rain had gone back to a fine mist, and the sun was trying to peek from behind the clouds.

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