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August 22, 2003 :: 11:47 a.m.
and I don't even get to leave the meter running...
Ah, Friday. I had planned to spend Friday lounging around, possibly picking up some school supplies, possibly getting a haircut... but mostly just making with the lazy. But wait! I had momentarily forgotten that I am the world's taxi service, a mistake that I shall rue for the rest of my days. My grandma called to remind me about my sacred duty to cart around all of mankind, of course. No advance notice, no "Please?," just "Come and get me at this time because you are the drooling, dull-eyed ferrier of the entire universe." Fucking hell, do I need to move away from this place.
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