But I have just the thing to help me get over it. We're going to Chicago in five glorious days. That's right, the windy city. I won't have to think about driving, or school, or anything of importance. Just me and my city. The only thing that would make it better is if when we came home my uncle had moved out and left us the house to ourselves. BTW, we don't like visitors. They always in your business,inhaling your exhale. It's too much,enought to make me want to choke a bitch.
And work is no better. I shouldn't even actually call it a job. Five hours a week will barely give me gas money, let alone enough money to support my shoe fetish. So now I have to go back to school wearing the same tired ass flats till i get another job. But i should stop whining, I have a job and while it doesn't give me enough hours,it gives me some sort of money and how can you complain about that.
I'm tired now,maybe i'll finish these thoughts later
Your resident loveaholic,
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