[whistle while you work...] damn. it's here. working DAY! feel my joy. feel my excitement. feel my hangover. go ahead, touch it. i can't say i'm thrilled to be going back to work. but i do need the money. 12 to 5, shouldn't be so hard today. $5.15 an hour = slave labor. INDEED! man. i'm blind without my glasses. BLIND DAMNIT! i'm squinching like an 80-year-old-hag here. we're 'sposed to go out tonight. we went out last night. i drank about 6 or 7 VODKA and CRANBERRIES. go me! i'm an alcoholic! WOOT WOOT! anyways. SEB was severely hurt by K's actions. i've decided he's a dick. SEB's decided that she still likes him. "I have a friend in mind for that weekend...you can come down if you're into that kinky shit." (HINT HINT) aw. the poor girl. bitten by the LOVE bug. at least i feel a little better off now. no mister nothing on my mind...yo. well i should go. i still have some bathing to do. damn work. damn being unemployed. damn being poor. and damn damn damn. "I felt it too soon...and realized it too late." DFN.