Yeah, my premi (is that even what they call them here? Me and my old HL slang. Premium Account) is almost gone. Just 3 more days so this will be the last prettyful journal for a while. Oh, well.

And now the funny:

Today at work I found out that the substitute manager we had a few weeks back (the one that I spontaneously professed my love to after seeing her NES controller made cell phone cover) thought that I was mentally impaired the entire time she worked there. The sad part is that this isn't the first time this has happened. At a previous job the General Manager thought that I was "special" as well. I know I'm weird, but I honestly don't think I'm that bad.

I wish I would have known this while I was still working with her. I would have played it up hardcore.

Oh, oh! I almost stabbed a co-worker today. Totally on accident. We were having our usual banter and I made to pretend that I was going to throw a bread knife at him. Somehow I lost my grip of the knife and it goes dart style right at him. I nearly literally fell on the floor I was laughing so hard. I'm such a good friend.


Clubs




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