Pulling into the station

January 28, 2005

I HATE AOL.

Thank you.
I cannot run g-mail from home. I can't even open up Google. (Thanks for being friends, AOL and Google.) I'm going to go sulk over on MySpace for a while. Because at least THAT will load up.
*grumble grumble*

Oh, the checker at Raleys hit on me last night. Except he's way creepy. (Funny, yes, but creepy.) I didn't go through his line today. No, I got Super Bitch. Look, I'm sorry that you're a minute late clocking out for lunch. Your light was on. It wasn't my fault that the fuckwad ahead of me paid for his vodka in quarters. [/mini-whine]

And rumor has it that I will have to pay big bucks for U2. Know what? I don't give a rats. If I go solo, so be it. I. Will. Be. There. Dammit.

I'm home... and updating stopped here at 5:53 p.m.

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