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0 comments | December 03, 2003

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psst. there's no 401k here. surprised?

it's finally wednesday. i'm sitting here, finishing lunch, praying that this month goes as blindingly fast as november did. the end of the month is shaping up to be one of the best ever.

my boy with the mag called me this morning, and informed me of a editor's meeting they're having on friday invited me.

SHIT i was supposed to call him back!

ah well, i'll get at him later. point is, i smell a chance.

in other news, how about the dsl at home is cut off? that's a whole lotta issues right there... i kinda need a fast internet connection in my life. unfortunately, it's looking like that whole deal is gonna be way more unnecessary drama than it really needs to be. maybe one day when i have nothing better to do, i'll explain why. a hint, though- seik heil, dad!

bleh.

this is why i'm driven to move out, but y'all don't hear me.

i'm not gonna be able to get my boy those boots. i don't know what the hell either of us was thinking. moi, for thinking i could afford somebody ELSE's needs, and him, for having the cojones to virtually demand of me in the first place. if he can wait til after i get paid, maybe we can work something out. but i'm not going to be in GERMANTOWN of all places at 6:30, in the freezing cold, waiting to buy this dude some fricking boots. not at all.

lunch is almost over tho.

peace.


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