| So...what an eventfull New Years? Eh? I Woke up and got to Bolan's by 9:30am and opened the kitchen and started cooking checks at 11:00am. Then proceeded with my daily preping of a thousand fucking things that need to be done by 5:00pm (when we start running dinner specials) all while I'm putting out 8 tops and 12 tops by my fucking self. Then I went on to cooking and feeding the hungry discusting mouths of drunken middle aged men that reeked like guinness and cigars and the regulars, which piss me off even more because they come to that god-forsaken place on a daily basis. When the only reason I dare go in there is the fact that I'm getting paid. Then I clean up just in time to leave for Kaylas before the ball drops. Watch the ball drop. Kayla goes to sleep. I get depressed. I start drinking whiskey and start walking home at about 2:15am. Now I'm drunk and don't know how I feel. |
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| How do you break something off after you've known it for years....? I need to figure that one out. |
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| Your driving me up the fucking wall. |
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| I know sometimes you can't hang out. But it pisses me off that i try so fucking hard, everyday, to hang out with you but you never ever ever can. but you still manage to make time for everybody else. I went from being the person you would always call to vent on and the person you wanted to hang out with to the last resort person, and i don't even think you would call me then, all in a week or two and now its been about 3 and half weeks since i've actually hung out with you or even really seen you in general. And the only reson i'm hurting is because i never get to see you. You keep saying we'll hang out and it falls through every single time. Before i know it you'll be in college and i'll probably never see you again if it keeps going this way. |
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| With my one of my best friends. What a bunch of lying back stabbers. I fucking hate the fact that i know i'm right about something and then listened to people's lies and believed them. |
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