Man! It's only 7:50 ugh. It needs to be 8:50, er no. 8:55ish. Blah. 1 hour left in this hell hole.
I'm too nervous to ask B if I'm supposed to close Elizabeth Arden. But if I don't, and I go to do it she might throw a fit, or if I don't it won't get done. Blah why does she have to be such a bitch? Oh and it's okay for HER to be away from HER counter, but if I leave mine it's a total no-no. And she tells. It's like, GROW THE FUCK UP, LADY. This place is almost worse than high school. Ugh.
Man, I am famished. Time needs to speed up for 1 hour so I can go eat already.
So, lalala. it's now 8:00 on the dot holy hell. 1 hr that's it. HURRY UP!
Well, I'm gonna go. My feet hurt.
<3 you,
C
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8:05pm
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Nevermind I'm back. I'm going to tell you about the R family now. Basically, when I moved in the neighborhood, my dad found out he had a friend (actually a few) that he'd known for years... I have to go write soon. Love you.
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