the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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11:58 p.m. + 2005-03-27 = dear orpheus, come. sit. stay. sincerely, pojken.
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This... THIS... this... is not so lovely. i am smoking en casa because someone else's smoking is creeping 'neath the door and o'er the orange ikea sanni bathmat that i use as one of many rugs.
the party was last night. i did not attend. i escaped to djp's, where i slept soundly and in comfort. a small gathering has, well... gathered! in the livingroom. apparently, no one has to work tomorrow, er... today.
i am smoking because it is loud. and i just made up a 6hour payperiod deficit in 2 shifts (and not because i wanted to do so). and i worked easter without holiday pay. and i have to work in 5 hours. and the smell of smoke odorously-staining my fabric-based possessions leads me to think, "can't get any worse."
i'll buy febreeze tomorrow.
i'll smoke now.
[...hmmm... or not....] [[why is the smoke alarm going off?]]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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