scarecrow

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ANOTHER damn rainy friggin day that I have to work. I *love* rainy days, but hate working on em...

And on top of that, my infuriating crush has turned to just being pissed off at someone who I thought cared about me in some small way. Call me crazy, but if you like someone enough to sleep with em, you would think you'd like em enough make an effort to keep in touch. Distance, new job, moodiness be damned...

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*sigh*