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I was going to say something. Maybe of importance, but I forgot.

I donapos;t know how many people here care, but I am trying to dredge up commissions, anyone interested?

Meanwhile, work was really fucking slow today, it was ASTOUNDING. I also heard the saddest phone conversation ever. Thi guy was yelling this out for everyone to hear, I was amazed:

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY LIFE IS RIGHT NOW? MY WHOLE LIFE IS MY XBOX, THATapos;S MY LIFE. I CANapos;T GET A DATE, I ASK GIRLS TO THE MOVIES, THEY SAY NO, I ASK GIRLS TO DINNER, THEY SAY NO. THE XBOX IS ALL THAT I HAVE."

He wasnapos;t even saying it in an ironic, humourous, self depricating way. He was SERIOUS. More gems from his yelly phone coversation:

"blahblahblah then she told me to leave her alone because she was in church That bitch, she can blahblahblah but I canapos;t talk to her at church??"

"Iapos;m going to sell my house and sell my blahblahblah and then move far away, move to blahblah and not tell anyone where Iapos;m going THEN THEYapos;LL BE SORRY."

I wonder if that was the guy that hit on me on the phone yesterday.

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I think back to my acid trip.� I�remember the way it felt to come back from a sense of senselessness, and of unity, into my own form. I was in the shower and I looked at my hands, my feet my legs. I felt my flesh as I lathered. It was as if a bleeding image slowly formed into a definite shape. Perhaps it was a bit like looking at Seratapos;s work up close, and then getting far, far away so that the shapes become defined. But my shape was even more defined than those works, with all the space in between the dots. I became solid once more. And I felt that solidity. I felt the weight of my breasts and the curve of my hips, and I�felt the pull of the earth beneath my feet. But I�also felt light; the fear of being a shape that didnapos;t fit someone elseapos;s desire no longer added to my mass. These were my hips, my lips, my cheeks the water ran down. My tongue that tasted the sweetness of the water. My lungs that breathed the damp air. And when I got out of the shower, and put on my dirty clothes, I�looked into the mirror. What had been a plaything in the night, a thing that changed and delighted, became a clear reflection. I still delighted in the image before me, because I am an attractive person. Itapos;s hard to know that sometimes. That morning I looked with fresh eyes. I liked what I�saw. I remember that at times and I smile.
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Y is it that when you think you are set in life everything falls apart....y dose it happen mostyly with love...you meet you fall in love you are together for years and then all of a sudden someone walks onto your front porch and says we are only friends....then 4 years later they are still together and your alone still wishing for him...just friends? yea no....y nobody has answers....then maybe someone can answer this...were dose the love go? dose it fade dose it disappear...then y dose he still keep coming areound...because you let him...i wiah there was a soap or a drink or a medicine or something that you could take and poooof you are in love no more...i am sick of crying these tears for someone that dosenapos;t even know i am alive.....until he thinks about me or fighting with his bitch or drunk or his bitch has her period...were is the love for me????
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Whoa. On Wednesday I was CONVINCED that it was Friday. When I came into work (on time at 5 pm), I still thought it was 3 pm. I flicked off peopleapos;s questions like specs from my new sweater. "What do you mean what should you do? Donapos;t ask me. Iapos;m not closing tonight."

Whatapos;s interesting is that nobody questioned me on that. Nobody thought anything of my obvious mistake.

I felt like Dwight Shrute when he thought it was Friday when it was Thursday and Jim let him believe it.

Damn.
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