entry number two of the night
but who's around to make sure

i kinda hate my dang job cause i have to talk to whores and liars all day, but i kinda love my dang job for putting my direct deposit through at midnight.

now i just have to find a dang open gas station since floridan suburban things seem to be open later than minneapolisian citian things...

not that i should be driving or anything. not that i'm drunk
just less inhibited.

bitch.