The fates have decided that I have to pay for my 4 days of freedom. And pay dearly I shall. Today was the first day of my 10 day working streek. I shall have to work about 70 hours before I get another day off. While I have resigned myself to this shit storm, I refuse to take it gracefully.
I will be bitter. I will refuse to feel bad about said bitterness. Be forewarned that over the next week I will be bitchy, grumpy, snarky, bitter, impatient, sarcastic and just generally ill-tempered. I will however have a penchant for alcohol, staying out late and anything that is as far away from retail as humanly possible in general. I am sorry for this. Do not take it personally. Roll your eyes and offer me another beer. Do not try and comfort me by telling me about your crappy day at work. Do not try and comfort me at all. Just take me out.
Thank you for your time and patience.
PS- Laura, unfortunatly I'm still working on that.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
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It's alright. We don't really have a place for it in this crappy little rented home either. Actually, all my family's art is in a closet and has been since we moved because we're not allowed putting nails in the wall, so take your time.
You want to meet up sometime this week from drinks at Portage? Tell me a night and I'll try to assemble some people together.
Thats sounds awesome, howabout sometime next week though?
Sure thing. Just e-mail me whenever you are ready. :)
I suppose I should probably hide that "Warning: Enraged Female" sign that I had posted on your lawn :)
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