That's not the funnest thing to hear on the morning before I leave for Denver. Just yesterday I was talking about how great my week was starting out and now I feel like I'm ready to die of a heart attack at any moment. It. Literally. Hurts.
I need a new job. Or an anti-gambling program for my mom. New job it is. The latter costs money. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.
It'll have to wait for whenever I get back. If I come back. Maybe I can sneak onto a flight to Bangkok or Montreal and disappear.
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i know how you feel. i live off the govt. though. it's great. ps. have you seen gas prices lately? like whoa! i know you can get any job you want, you are the most personable person in the state, and not in an overbearing- whoa, lay off the happy juice, kinda way.
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