winglish.: February 2006

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Monday, February 27, 2006

I haven't updated in so long people probably already have forgotten this place exists.

Work sucks, I can't stop complaining about it. At least this month's pay was the addition of the previous 2 months'. But this is not compensation enough for the disgusting green and purple spidery veins that have appeared on my thighs and ankles, the horribly rude and unreasonable customers, the dust, and most especially the few pathetic hours I get to spend with him. Money won't give me back the time I could have spent with him, sitting in the theatres and munching popcorn, trying to keep him awake, instead of forcing myself not to strangle the customers with the legs of the jeans or stuffing the bloody things into their mouths. On the bright side, there's always retail therapy, but I don't get enough time off for it anyhow. WTF.

Results out in 2 days. I'm dead.

I hope Selina finds her dog.

Anyway, the issues between him and I seemed to have been shoved into the bin with the lid forced down on it and padlocked. I hope it never surfaces again and I believe what doesn't kill us will only make us stronger. Hopefully. Otherwise, my love life seems to be rather healthy. No to-the-death fights, no partner-bashing incidents, no verbal abuse, and no straying(can't find any). You know why? 'Cause I have NO TIME.

WORK SUCKS.

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