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disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.

note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

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2002-05-06 11:53 p.m.

yesterday i worked until 11:30...and then this morning i had to work at 7:30. yes, this is against labour board standards. yes. when i got up this morning my feet were still swollen from yesterday. crapy suck crap.

i got paid yesterday (real paid). four hundred and thirty three dollars to suck my bum. because you all were wondering. i got graeme's birthday present - i will get that too you soooooon, heezy. and melissa's and my aunt's. i never know if i'm making proper use of the ' . you know?

sam is actually just starting to be annoying not really making me laugh anymore. which is sad, cause i thought he was nice. i ran into angie downtown, with chester(?) what a silly name. and she finds sam creepy. and i could see why, i think.
our new kitchen manager reminds me of ricky from mscl. i'm not joking. he's very soft-spoken too. but he looks like ricky when he got beat up (on the christmas episode), because he has big bags under his eyes like he never sleeps.

speaking of. i got home about 5 today, after jaunting around town with my mum, and went to bed at 5:30. i didn't get up until 11:30. this means i got more sleep in that nap then i did last night.

o o alix, do you want to go to living room tomorrow night? does kalia(sp?) want to come? or next sunday? i'll leave you a note as well. yes, SOME people should turn on their notes.

she's barely coasting into a paycheck, stuck on empty...

does someone want to buy me a car?

okay, well do you want to come over and make me supper. cause i'm damn hungry.

does anyone remember that boy i was talking about a while ago...who set up the deck at jerry's...and was so sweet-looking? well, he was back again today. apparantly he's the son of the handyman that does all the work for jerry. i was saying to nicole about how i thought he was pretty. and she was saying about how he lives with his girlfriend. sigh. and then she said: yeah, i think he plays guitar too. and i told her that she wasnt' helping. but she just said that to make me madder. she actually hasn't a clue what his hobbies are (i accidentally wrote hoppies first). he has a very unconfrontational chin though. and dark glasses and pretty hair. i think he's going to be around all week though, if you want to see him. i leant him a dollar for the bus. man he's pretty.

i like the cake girls sooo much. and elisa. their grate. o man, that's not how you spell that. crate. cate(darkle). great. elisa and me have billions of great jokes. and the cake girls are just funny. fun fun. jinxing by saying it, but nicole might come to that show on the eighteenth. that'd be cool.

i'm hungry. fuck i'm hungry. (ewww.)

i wish i had a movie to watch right now. i wonder if the video store takes debit. o yes, and if they're open. dammit.

i'm wearing purple sweatpants! with a giant hole in the crotch!

previously - and then

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all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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