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Tuesday, September 13, 2005


This is the life...Nowhere to go, nothing that I have to do. I'm unemployed.

Today, I woke up around 8 (yeah..that's late for me)...mosied on downstairs and had a nutritious breakfast of Apple Jacks. I decided to putz around for a bit and take a shower while playing "sing along with Tori."

I did do one constructive thing today; I got my car inspected. Two tires and $240 later I headed home for a nice nap. Yeah...life is sweet. Day one of being unemployed came to a screeching halt as I woke up late and sped my way downtown to class. OOPS!

Oh, and on that note: what the fuck was with the 40 screaming black chicks that ran out in front of my car (AGAINST the light) and smacked it as they made their way across the street. I almost got road rage and ran them over. Fuckin' Twats.

I don't know how long I could stay unemployed, but it is a refreshing change from the usual.


At 9/13/2005 9:48 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Maybe running over inconsiderate people could become your full time job?


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