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Bug carcasses and fifty year old coupons? What the hell are these bitches thinking? Crazy fucking mayors.

In either case. I has a job, a job, I has it. I work at a Bakery. I go into work at THREE THIRTY IN THE MORNING. FUCKING ACE. I bake, of course. I bake all night. I come home smelling like bread and cinnamon rolls. And I usually have jelly donut stuff on my face and powdered sugar up my nose. But, it's work and it pays twice what working at the fucking GAP paid. Fuck the Gap. A satellite crashing on the mall was the best thing that ever happened to me.
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I'm...


I don't have a job.


WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO? We can't fucking survive on Double's paycheque alone! And he's had the flu forever! So he's been out of work. Oh fucking FUCK


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Bloody fucking keyboard smashing.

Oh, you, Mayors. Oh~ you~~~

What the bloody FUCK
Double




Double



Can I have a cat?
I have never been so happy to work in a fucking clothing store in my entire life.

Only now I smell like pickles. Everything in this bloody shop smells like pickles. The whole fucking Mall smells like fucking pickles. I do not want pickles ever again.

I don't have water at home because of pickles.

AND WOULDN'T IT JUST FUCKING FIGURE THAT WE GET THE DISTRICT MANAGER TO COME IN TODAY TO ADMIRE MY LOVELY JOB WITH RUNNING THIS PLACE.

He was Not Amused at pickles.

I hope I still have a job at the end of the week.

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Brb, dying of allergies.

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{003: CHOCKLET REIGN}

Choklit Reign
A baby born will die before the sin


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I swear

To almighty fuck the Gods of this place have some sort of screwed up sense of humour.

Fortunately, I'm off today. I'll be setting out buckets to collect the CHOKLAT RAYNE. God, I hate myself sometimes. Varying types of chocolate will be falling. I'll have enough left over for baking, fights and a few spells. I think I'll make some white chocolate cups tonight and fill them with raspberry preserves.

After I continue to work on at home shop stuff. I hope Marianne doesn't call me in today. She's assistant manager, she can handle things without me.

Choclit Raeyn

FUCK. I HATE THIS STUPID SONG.

(002) Fucking Snow

Five mother fucking feet of snow.

And it's hot as almighty hell outside.

I can't decide if I want to wear my winterthings or cut the air on. This confusion of weather cannot be good for Double. I'm almost certain he's going to get some really shitty illness for him. I best start brewing up some cider. I hope the plants survived.

Getting to work was a pain in the ass. I was dripping wet, cold, sweaty and pissed off. Most of the staff called in sick. It was me and Clarissa there, that was it. Which was fine. I like Clarissa. She gets shit done. And it was slower than slow. We had a grand total of five customers today. I fucking counted. Lots of Things That Need To Be Done were actually finished. The stock room has been entirely reorganised. Mark downs were taken care of. I finally got to ship back all of those returns.

During break, I went down to EB games and picked up a copy of Silent Hill 0rigins for the PSP so I would have something to do whilst Clarissa folded shirts. I managed to get half way through the sanitarium before we closed.

I really should have fucking stepped out and bought a printer. Getting to Office Max was okay, due to there being one in the mall, but getting it home was a bitch and a half.

Double - whilst the cider is brewing - you, me, hot bath. Y/N?

oo1. Fucking Work

Anna didn't show up at work again today. Five minutes before her bloody shift started, she called in sick. I heard her nasty little boyfriend giggling in the background. Stupid bitch. When she comes in tomorrow, I'm going to tell her that she can either get me a fucking doctors excuse or I'm firing her ass.

Or if she fucking calls me Kitty again. I mean it. I swear to God I will fire her.

GOD I HATE MY JOB.

But, it's walking distance from the apartment, which doesn't require that I know how to drive and doesn't force me to deal with that stupid bus system this fucking city holds.

I need to go grocery shopping. I could move into a fucking house if Double didn't eat so god damned much. I know he's got medical conditions but, God. The amount of money we spend on food every week is ridiculous.

Speaking of that, Double - you left your fucking towel on the floor in the bathroom again. Is it really so hard to pick it up and hang it up somewhere? I hate having to bleach the floors in the bathroom once a month due to mildew. You know my allergies.

Driving

Am I doing it rite? Or am I doing it rong? Let me know.

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