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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2003.12.18 10:42 a.m.
one week until christmas. 6 days until my birthday. 2 weeks and one day until i leave.
i have quite terrible cramps this morning i'm waiting for the painkillers to kick in. i was beyond irritable when i woke up. i hate being woken up by pain. i was up late organizing christmas stuff and wrapping. so i'm tired too. i might go back to sleep for an hour or two, except i have so much to get done.
working at the bay is so monotonous. i'm driving me crazy. i say the exact same thing to every customer. it's dreary and boring. and lame. but it's also fine, i really shouldn't complain.
i have no drive for this entry. i only feel like complaining.
and that's just gross.
previously - and then
*oh random entry*
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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