fuck off ya dumb bitch.

tomorrow nite i'll either be granted the transfer i so desperately need, or i'll be giving my notice at work and starting the job hunt all over again. either way, i still have to suffer thru the hell that is this store until january 31st. fuck.

written @ 2:09 am on 19.12.04
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