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[Apr. 5th, 2011|05:58 pm] |
WHO.
SCRATCHED.
MY CAR? |
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[Apr. 5th, 2011|06:02 pm] |
Huh. Store manager at a deli remembered that I'm his patron saint during a robbery. Sometimes it's the little things that make my day. Got some douchebags in jail, and he makes this ridiculously tasty kosher reuben roll. No swiss, and he rolls it up in puff pastry. Nnng. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2011|06:33 pm] |
Oh, look, I got accepted into night classes at St. George's. Now I can get my doctorate again. Never hurts a girl to have a side gig, and let's face it, my position at the bank is largely that of a figurehead.
Or a figureass, considering that's all they stare at. Ugh, I wish I could just rip out their hearts. |
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