i got dem ole bout ta got no isshunce blews.

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i was out with a sore throat this week and Holly's got pleurisy and severe chest/back pain and maybe a fever too. had to call out sick for her and for myself on behalf of her on Thor's Day.

i know i'll get in trouble for doing that. but i just don't care. i spent all of my loyalty points for that company. i've applied at a few other places; i'm sure to get one or more offers. i just can't keep living at that stupid place and talking to those fluff-headed customers any longer. i swear to fuck, every day i visualize my empty body hanging from the balcony. it's taking too much from me to keep this crap up. i need change. i need a new job, more time to create, and more space to create in. i won't even go into the old "standing by while my sweet old Grandpa dies" bit. i can't even get myself over there to witness it most of the time.

my life is stifling me.

all i want is Holly, and Speck, and a fuckload of cash (that'll take care of the rest of my problems). that's all i want.