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Rated: 18+ · Book · None · #488496
Only rule you must follow if you know me: You can't get mad at me for what I write.
#294703 added June 15, 2004 at 3:18am
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Whoa!
Today was alright. Work wasn't really any fun because I have a staff of lowly motivated personnel that completely licks balls. That and the scheduling for them to leave sucks. One cashier was bitching how I didn't do a sweep for her. I said I couldn't because I couldn't count the drawer. She said I should count it by hand. Count 6 drawers spending 20 minutes on them each? Fuck no, not today.

Anyways, after work I went home because I was feeling really sick. I tried to sleep for a little bit, but couldn't. Sorry I didn't answer the phone Sills, the night wasn't going so good. After about an hour, I talked to Joanna on the phone. We talked and talked and talked and talked. It was awesome. We talked about Superman, dogs, stupid emo kids, school, working, science projects, how SUVs suck, sports. Stuff like that. It was a wonderful time. About 3 or 4 hours later, we decided to call it a night. Hopefully I'll get a call from her when she gets out of school. I like talking to her.

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