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Friday, October 25, 2002

You know, sometimes I miss a day of updating, or maybe on the weekend, i'll miss a couple days cuz i'm doin something... but I always come back and post. Then there are some people who's last post was LAST MONTH. And even worse? When that last month's post said "sorry i don't post enough, i'll try to post more." Irony much? So all you mofo's with your xangas and your bloggers and your personal webpages with life updates on them... FOCKEN POST. I. am. so. bored. at. work.

The reason I didn't post yesterday was because I was busy running around the whole day. Meeting in the morning all the way to lunch, then I had to run and pick up car parts, then run to Meineke and get those car parts put in... wait for my co-worker to pick me up from there, go back, eat lunch, do work i slacked on from the morning, do work I slacked on from the previous week, do work that I didn't know I had to do, then go pick up my car, pay an outrageous sum of money, cry for a long time, drive back to work, do the work that had to be done that day, and then, go home.

And that's how you write one long run on sentence.

I sense a group mentality that's forming (rather, been formed) amongst my friends. Everyone is lonely, and everyone is trying to find a significant other (including myself)... though, i don't know if anyone really has feelings for those people they are targeting (including myself). It's just a desire to find someone and have something to do. Need that drama, nobody wants to be alone.

My Xanga Drama is going pretty well. Please, read it. I feed off of compliments.

I am so bored at work,
So bored that it hurts.
I want to just go home,
I don't wanna be alone.
Call me on the phone.
Just wait for the dial tone.
Ring ring call me now.
Before I punch you ka-pow.
Meow meow cat chow.
This poem has got to end,
I won't try to pretend
That everyone can be my friend.
Instant messages please send
So i have something to do!
This poem sucks, yes it's true.
But I can't stop for you.
Because I rock the crap.
This lovely typed doo doo.

Haha, fuck, i'm so bored. Just shoot me.

Remember kids, if you think the world is an ugly place... just look in the mirrror and remember you're a part of it.

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