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i am 22 years old. i work at outback steakhouse in the infamous "villages," where i sell my soul regularly to retired senior citizens in the area for a good tip. i've written enough of these mini life stories to know that the basics, to you, are probably all that matter. nice to meet you.Friday, September 19, 2008
it's what's inside that counts
it's official. there is a stye in my eye. "it hurts... and it's still hurting." i don't want to go anywhere or really see anyone. the swelling isn't so bad, but it really hurts so all i can think about is my poor eye. and even though i probably look relatively normal, i feel like the hunchback of notre dame.
i just ordered pizza and i don't even want to talk to the pizza guy. i'm thinking about pulling a crazy cat lady move and yelling "leave it on the steps" while slipping money and and maybe some nickels under the door.
i just ordered pizza and i don't even want to talk to the pizza guy. i'm thinking about pulling a crazy cat lady move and yelling "leave it on the steps" while slipping money and and maybe some nickels under the door.
Labels: paranoid, random, sick
posted by alexis giselle # 5:42 PM 
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Come on. Perfect excuse to wear an eyepatch. You have to think creatively.
Also--warm compresses. Best thing for them.
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Also--warm compresses. Best thing for them.
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