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| as they approach you the knives are always out. |
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| that guy sometimes, I just get tired of myself. I don't mean depressed, I don't mean self-hatred, just -- Jesus! you again! like I expected maybe someone else in this skin. |
| warm beer last night, I was sitting in the backroom with the high-rollers, drinking expensive champagne. tonight, I'm drinking my last warm beer, eating a frozen chicken tv dinner. ain't life great? |
| count me out five minutes ago a co-worker was standing with her face a foot from my face, yelling at me, because an hour before that, another employee was getting in her face, because yesterday so-and-so threw a hissy fit, etc.-- it goes on and on, around and around. I don't want to break the chain but I'm just not in the mood to yell at anyone today. I'm going to lunch instead. |
| Quasimodo these pages are my sanctuary. |
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