June 19, 2002 :: 5:24 p.m.
I don't understand how this magic works
Hmm, my buddy list has been dead today. No one's updating. So sad. I woke up around 10 and proceeded to watch another 5 episodes of Buffy. Only one more to go! The season finale rocks, too, so it'll be a fun 45 minutes. I'll probably watch it when I'm done writing this, actually. Amanda called around 2:30, requesting pick-up service at the Citgo station. Her car broke down again. So I picked her up and took her to get a new belt for the spaceship. It interrupted my Buffy viewing, but I got pineapple cheesecake custard from Massey's out of the deal, so it's all good.
My mom's making tacos. The smell of seasoned beef is infecting everything in the house. *gags* Blech.
I work at 6 a.m. tomorrow morning. How much does that suck? I assure you that the suck factor is quite high, thank you. I wish I was all rich and stuff; I hate working. It's not my job in particular, it's just the fact that it IS a job. I'm really lazy and would like nothing better then to lay around all day, reading and watching movies and going online. But no. I have to get up at four in the morning, haul my ass to Harrisburg, and spend 8 hours selling bagels to idiots. For $6.50 an hour. Ugh. Someone send me 147 million dollars so that I can build myself an A-frame in the woods and not have to feign enthusiasm/interest in life ever again. Or just shoot me. That would work too.
I'm going to finish Buffy. Adios.
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