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I'm really sore. I went away from work for a week and came back to four nine hour shifts in a row. I forgot how to stand up for six hours straight. Oi. Next week I got forty hours. Joy. However, they are all closing shifts. Lame. But. Forty hours=500+ check. Haven't had one of those since the summer. I might go delirious and actually buy a pair of pants. Or pay rent. v.v
And the older I get the more my body doesn't like that little monthly thing you have to endure when you're of the female persuasion. I used to be fine. Now I just want to crawl under a rock and die for a few days. I want birth control. Not because I'm getting any (because sadly I'm not) but because it drastically reduces that awful time. Man. Fuck him. Hahaha.
Someone's using my Playstation and it's not me and I'm starting to get mad.
Sora needs me.
Oh Roxas, you live forever in my heart.
And the older I get the more my body doesn't like that little monthly thing you have to endure when you're of the female persuasion. I used to be fine. Now I just want to crawl under a rock and die for a few days. I want birth control. Not because I'm getting any (because sadly I'm not) but because it drastically reduces that awful time. Man. Fuck him. Hahaha.
Someone's using my Playstation and it's not me and I'm starting to get mad.
Sora needs me.
Oh Roxas, you live forever in my heart.
