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last chance texaco |
| 2002-09-17 : 1:45 a.m...tower |
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i no longer call people and ask them for money, nor do i wear khakis and a polo shirt and peddle useless plastic for six dollars an hour. i am free of malls, and of the telephone. i can wear whatever i want to work, and it seems silly but even such a small freedom is, like, monumental. of course, i'll probably despise it in a month, but hey--a month is a long time these days to be happy. how fuckin maudlin. i'm sorry i threw this on you. forget i said anything. i'll be funny again tomorrow. i hope. |