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fucktoiletseats.livejournal.comGood fucking God.
Stop the world, I want to get off.
Stop the world, I want to get off.
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Apr. 28th, 2008 04:05 pmfucktoiletseats.livejournal.comSo, either I didn't get any of this shit, or undead metabolism is cooler than I thought. Whatever it is, God, I'm temporarily not flipping you off. I've been avoiding my room, though, I don't want to find out if my roommate got affected or not.
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Feb. 26th, 2008 10:31 amfucktoiletseats.livejournal.com[ Filter: Private ]
This place blows.
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Well, in between working, having your friend get shot at, and getting two anonymous roses for Valentine's Day -- I mean, what the fuck is that about, some kind of sick joke? -- posting on this damn thing has been last on my list.
And somehow, despite all that, I don't have shit to talk about. Imagine that.
This place blows.
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Well, in between working, having your friend get shot at, and getting two anonymous roses for Valentine's Day -- I mean, what the fuck is that about, some kind of sick joke? -- posting on this damn thing has been last on my list.
And somehow, despite all that, I don't have shit to talk about. Imagine that.
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Feb. 12th, 2008 04:48 pmfucktoiletseats.livejournal.comI guess I should be grateful that I died at 18 and not 17, because I'm pretty fucking glad that I don't have to deal with that stupid school project I keep hearing about. This place is fucked up. Yeah, sure, I came from a fucked up place, myself, but this just proves that more ridiculous places exist.
And now I will continue to skate by and avoid the social situations that the government keeps setting up for us. Thanks, but no thanks. Picnics aren't my deal, and I hate Valentine's Day to begin with. It's a stupid holiday. Does it even qualify as a holiday? I don't fucking know.
And now I will continue to skate by and avoid the social situations that the government keeps setting up for us. Thanks, but no thanks. Picnics aren't my deal, and I hate Valentine's Day to begin with. It's a stupid holiday. Does it even qualify as a holiday? I don't fucking know.
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Jan. 21st, 2008 11:20 pmfucktoiletseats.livejournal.com[ Filter: Private ]
I don't even get what the hell's going on here anymore. Not that I really knew in the first place, but now I have even less of an idea. I've just been going to work, eating, sleeping, then repeating the whole fucking thing all over again the next day. Not that I'm about to say that I miss reaping or anything, but at least it added a little excitement.
Well, I guess this did too, even if I missed everything; I've been hearing about it all the time. I feel like my life is just going to involve me doing completely uninteresting shit. I mean, for eternity. Lovely.
I'm so fucking glad Mason's here. It's seriously comforting, fuck-up or not. Rube's too much to put up with sometimes.
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Non-boring material, in my bookstore? No fucking way. After I get something to eat, I'm fucking having some nice reading time. I could've read it at work, but I'd rather get paid to be bored instead of deciding to be bored on my own freaking time. I read the reference section all day. I even read the dictionary. At least now if I get a "Q" in Scrabble but no "U," I'm not completely fucked.
I don't even get what the hell's going on here anymore. Not that I really knew in the first place, but now I have even less of an idea. I've just been going to work, eating, sleeping, then repeating the whole fucking thing all over again the next day. Not that I'm about to say that I miss reaping or anything, but at least it added a little excitement.
Well, I guess this did too, even if I missed everything; I've been hearing about it all the time. I feel like my life is just going to involve me doing completely uninteresting shit. I mean, for eternity. Lovely.
I'm so fucking glad Mason's here. It's seriously comforting, fuck-up or not. Rube's too much to put up with sometimes.
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Non-boring material, in my bookstore? No fucking way. After I get something to eat, I'm fucking having some nice reading time. I could've read it at work, but I'd rather get paid to be bored instead of deciding to be bored on my own freaking time. I read the reference section all day. I even read the dictionary. At least now if I get a "Q" in Scrabble but no "U," I'm not completely fucked.
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Jan. 7th, 2008 05:07 pmfucktoiletseats.livejournal.comIf somebody else starts calling me Georgia then I'm going to have to start punching people. Not even Mason's allowed to call me that. Daisy did but that's because she's fucking... I don't know. She's Daisy. It's like arguing with ten brick walls, I swear, words just float right through her ears. She'd better not show up, having to deal with her in one afterlife was more than enough.
I miss Mason, though. I was going to try to make him kick his habits, but I don't think he'd do shit without Daisy. Not a trade-off I'm necessarily willing to make.
Whatever, I have a bike and an illegally acquired waffle maker. All I need is some good fucking literature for my life to be complete.
I miss Mason, though. I was going to try to make him kick his habits, but I don't think he'd do shit without Daisy. Not a trade-off I'm necessarily willing to make.
Whatever, I have a bike and an illegally acquired waffle maker. All I need is some good fucking literature for my life to be complete.
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Dec. 15th, 2007 08:16 pmfucktoiletseats.livejournal.comThe bookstores here suck, too. I mean, there aren't really many good books in them. Still, I asked if they were hiring, and they let me in, so... well, I've got a job. The pay's shit, but it's quiet and I'm stuck with stocking the shelves, inventory and that kind of thing. It's better than dealing with customers, I'm so done with that fake smiling shit.
And my roommate hasn't gotten any smarter.
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I have a question. I would've asked before, but... we're not reaping anymore. So...
And my roommate hasn't gotten any smarter.
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I have a question. I would've asked before, but... we're not reaping anymore. So...
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Dec. 11th, 2007 02:44 pmfucktoiletseats.livejournal.comYou know, after the shit I went through when I became a grim reaper, being told that you were just a character on television and never really existed in the first place... well, it really wasn't all that fucking surprising. At least, it wasn't for me.
(But I never really existed in the first place if you wanna look at it that way.)
The more annoying part is that I'm pretty much out of a job, unless somebody here has post-it duty, which I doubt, because even then, who would even give the lists to the guy on post-it duty? There's no Jiffy Reap here in Babylon, am I right? Hell, I'm pretty sure there aren't even gravelings here, since I have yet to see somebody get crushed by a piano. No gravelings means no deaths, which means no souls to take, which means no post-its, which means I'm gonna be fucking bored.
(Would they even use post-its here? I bet Google would run their Jiffy Reap via e-mail. Hey, that would give me a bigger excuse to use Excel, and maybe Rube wouldn't be an ass about it. I mean, if Rube were here, he wouldn't be an ass about it. I kinda like this idea. Why is there no fucking reaping here?
Wait, that's right, all of that shit was imaginary. Jesus Christ.)
The food here tastes like ass. I'm not even kidding. My kingdom for the Der fucking Waffle Haus.
(But I never really existed in the first place if you wanna look at it that way.)
The more annoying part is that I'm pretty much out of a job, unless somebody here has post-it duty, which I doubt, because even then, who would even give the lists to the guy on post-it duty? There's no Jiffy Reap here in Babylon, am I right? Hell, I'm pretty sure there aren't even gravelings here, since I have yet to see somebody get crushed by a piano. No gravelings means no deaths, which means no souls to take, which means no post-its, which means I'm gonna be fucking bored.
(Would they even use post-its here? I bet Google would run their Jiffy Reap via e-mail. Hey, that would give me a bigger excuse to use Excel, and maybe Rube wouldn't be an ass about it. I mean, if Rube were here, he wouldn't be an ass about it. I kinda like this idea. Why is there no fucking reaping here?
Wait, that's right, all of that shit was imaginary. Jesus Christ.)
The food here tastes like ass. I'm not even kidding. My kingdom for the Der fucking Waffle Haus.
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