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[07 Aug 2006|02:48am] |
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Fan Blades - Creaky |
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So I went to the gym today.
My body aches everywhere.
Membership is exspensive...and brings pain.
Got to spend money to make money.
Soft fingers on my back now....
I must go.
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| PMS |
[07 Aug 2006|11:32pm] |
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I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At the Disco |
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I have been fighting a fucking horrible mood all day, and I just finnally lost.
I am just bitter and angry.
My eye has developed some sort of tear duct block, or a cyst or something, and is rapidly swelling shut. Tomorrow I likely wont be able to see. Great.
Work was a painfl crawl today, we are understaffed and thus the few of us that are there end up doing 80 jobs.
I haven't slept much in the last 2 weeks, been too busy learning, enjoying and fucking.
Tonight...I will sleep. Possibly a full 8 hours. Right now that is the only thing that is keeping me from tearing holes in my wall, and turning my knckles into a bloody pulp.
Tired, eye hurts, muscles ache from last nights workout, and the banshee will not be here tonight...
I better wake up in a better mood, or someone is going to get hurt.
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