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Thursday, May 28, 2009 / -nevershoutnever!, "losing it"

to say i'm tired is an understatement. some people are just so inpatient, you cant expect us to know everything, read trainee. we're not robots. it's been a hectic week full of OT and my coming home smelling like a popcorn. work is fun and i get along but when it comes to closing, i'll put up a white flag. closings are tiring, it makes my bones crack.

i savor the only off day (today) i have and try to make the best off it. shopping with dear mother made me smile. i spent the remains of my last pay on a vintage bag i've long eyed and a Anna Sui wallet. it's old school but i just had to have my hands on it. i was told today is pay day. i hope it's a huge one after the week i've been through. i'm whining and my nose is running high, tissues are the new thing. my voice is gray, i wondered how i sounded over the blasting trailers and the *ting tings of the machine in front of me. fer you who said i'm adorable and gave me an excellent rating, i thank you strangers. you made my day. i miss fast food.

my phone is dying on me so please people do not be mad if you're messages are un-answered. i swear i'm not ignoring.

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