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[06 Jan 2012|05:44pm] |
I guess it's okay to say something now. So uh.. I'm getting married. To Patrick. I even got a ring at Christmas.
I don't know what else to say about that exactly. I'm sure like all of you know anyway since things never stay quiet in this town.
The post office is so quiet, it's kind of crazy. It's like everyone has just decided not to send anything because they sent so much during the holidays. I'm very grateful.
I still want a new job though. I just don't know where or what. Maybe I'll just go back to school and become a shrink. That would be hilarious, right?
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[25 Nov 2011|01:43pm] |
Eventful weekends always make me want to nap. Well more than I already do anyway. It feels weird to be at work again. I mean I've been there a while but the more I'm there at the post office, the more I miss the motel. The more I don't want to be at the stupid post office anymore. I dunno what else I could do though. I'm not exactly a people person.
I'm pretty sure that I'm still full from yesterday. My stomach feels like it's going to explode. Now there's weddings and stuff. I don't mind weddings. Which is weird because you can't ever to get me in a dress. But there's usually free booze and cake, and that makes it okay by me. I think after this weekend though, I totally need a nap. Like a three day nap where I don't go to work. That'd be okay, right?
I want pie. I know I just said that I'm not hungry, but I want more pie.
Heaven help me.
Anyone have a job opening for someone who might want a grumpy person who might yell at customers?
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[20 Oct 2011|04:30pm] |
I am officially home fucking free.
Now time to eat everything in sight.
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[19 Oct 2011|03:45pm] |
[Private to Patrick]
I'm out of isolation. Do you think you can sneak in? I'm in room 143. They said I might be able to go home tomorrow. But I just want to see you.
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[10 Oct 2011|04:58pm] |
I think I'm dying. They've moved me to isolation.
Like seriously, I've been in a lot of pain before but it's never been this bad.
When I die, Patrick can have all of my stuff and then divide it up for anyone who wants my crap. Someone just put me out of my misery.
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[07 Oct 2011|05:18pm] |
That was the least fun I've had in a while. All of a sudden you're in the post office, hanging out as usual and doing your job and the next minute you're in the hospital because you've been quarantined.
For god's sake, I wish they'd just let us out of here already. I want to go home. I hate hospitals. Hate hate hate hate hate. I've been in them more times than I can count. They used to know me by name back when I was a kid.
At least my cell mates are cool people. I think we're a bit sick of playing solitaire or something.
I feel so fucking awful. Ugh. I don't want to be sick. I'm kind of freaking out.
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[19 Aug 2011|05:43pm] |
Generally it's just me and the dog in the house since Patrick is house sitting for his sister. It's weird, the dog and me being in the house together alone. I love the dog. I haven't killed the dog. It's kind of amazing.
However he sits there and stares at me. If I turn my head, he turns his head. If I blink, he blinks. It reminds me of this. It's a little weird. I mean he's just a dog. But it's a lot of staring contests. My father called, which I was kind of expecting. Not expecting a call from mom. She's done with me, I think. I mean, I'm kinda done with her. Both of them if they keep on. Apparently though, he really needs me to come over to talk to him.
God knows what that's about.
I shouldn't be scared right?
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