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goddamn you, sara. how dare you not write? what gives you right, hm? it's december fifth already! soon it will be two thousand and four and you will be twenty-one years old. what are you doing? i'm working a lot. i've been moved over to customer service at work and as i'm sure we've all heard, it's the season to be jolly. and i assure you, as a retail employee i sure am one jolly young lady. can you not tell by the christmas hat on my head and the smile on my face as i explain our return policy yet again? so, there's that. and jordan's taken over practices and it is something everyone seems to be pleased with and we're having christmas party shows [had one earlier today, have one on the 21st at shepards] and all that. and it seems we're back on the path of moving into the trailer (did i ever say that had fallen through?) which certainly bother me in the name of walk-in closets and two windows and half-bathrooms. we've been here too long, anyway. we should be there by the end of the month, as long as all things go well. i'm hungry. and elise has to work until midnight, so i will have to find food on my own. oh, the tragedy of it all. and i have sunday off! again. third week in a row. last week i was given it off, and the week before i called in sick [madness induced by a saturn/woodland creature collision]. a fictional young lady with a penchant for impulses was unneccessarily mad at her mother so she walked through a random door. and ended up in the wrong part of the beastlands. tsktsk. i think it's kind of weird if you ask me. i really need to make a new layout. that will produce writing. something simple.
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