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I FUCKING NAILED GETTING THAT JOB!
CAN I GET A WHAT-WHAT?!


woo!



Today I also:

* made friends with a completely rocking girl in a wheelchair. She bummed a cigarette off me, then proceded to smoke it, ash it, then flick it in the outside butt can without using her hands. I had to put it in her mouth and light it for her, though. Her outlook on life was fucking amazing.
* drove all over South Jersey in an attempt to buy the director's cut of Land of the Dead, which came out yesterday. Target in Voorhees didn't have it. Target in Deptford didn't have. Best Buy in Deptford didn't have it. And Blockbuster in Lawnside will never have it, ever. They won't be carrying any version of Land of the Dead, don't know why. I finally wound up finding it in the Tower Records in Cherry Hill. I also managed to buy four other movies, because they were all ten dollars a piece.
* had a piece of chocolate silk cake for lunch. Ay papi.
* did not shoot my brother in the head for leaving beer bottles all over the kitchen.

(no subject)

Dear Emperor Nympho,

While you know there is nothing I enjoy more than cleaning up your vomit, could you possibly try to not do it as much? Seriously. This twice a day shit has really got to stop. And if you can't manage to stop puking, could you maybe try to not do it on the carpet so much? I rent this place and as you well know, rentals generally come with light tan carpeting.

Why? I've no earthly fucking idea, but the point of the matter is that cleaning orange cat hork out of a beige carpet is an exercise in hellish futility.

Love,
tara

P.S.
Is this about me standing over you and making loud hurling noises while you're throwing up? Because if it is, I can stop that, you know. I scratch your back, you don't throw up all over the rug. Are we cool?