Sunday, October 3, 2010

So this is blogging.

I’m almost 20 and haven’t been able to score a better job than a ******* cook at a local fast food joint.

What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that’ll hire high school graduates. I’d get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but I’ve failed every **** test I’ve ever taken. I’m socially awkward, even my only other co-worker ******* hates my guts. I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; she’s athletic, smart and a gorgeous southern bell. I love her. You know what it’s like; I’ve been friend zoned real hard. She’s my only real friend, besides this one kid, who I’m pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess he’s the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all ******* worse is that I live in a ******* pineapple under the sea.

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