nice valentine's day. best i've had so far. we did almost everything we'd had planned and some stuff we didn't have planned, like bar hopping. we stopped at this tiny little bar, appropriately named the corner bar, because it looked seedy and interesting. seedy, not so much. old lady chic, much. interesting, yes. i think we were the first females these women had seen in a long time because they latched onto us right off. i was pissed because they didn't sell liquor-- only beer. seriously though, what kind of bar only sells beer? tennessee's liquor laws are ridiculous. anyway, corner bar = fun. song of the night: "titties and beer".
i need to get a hold of my boss because he promised me he would write me a recommendation letter for my interview at the crisis center tomorrow. i need two, i've got one. c'mon josh!
also, i wish my dentist would quit dicking around and do my fucking root canal first instead of filling my cavities. i'm terrified, but i can't handle these sudden and very painful toothaches that i get DAILY. christ, no wonder i'm such a cunt.
luxie is begging me to take her potty.
i need to get a hold of my boss because he promised me he would write me a recommendation letter for my interview at the crisis center tomorrow. i need two, i've got one. c'mon josh!
also, i wish my dentist would quit dicking around and do my fucking root canal first instead of filling my cavities. i'm terrified, but i can't handle these sudden and very painful toothaches that i get DAILY. christ, no wonder i'm such a cunt.
luxie is begging me to take her potty.
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