I am a workaholic. When I am working I am obviously working. When I am not working I am still working. If this doesn't make sense you're only human, but figure it out. Today was my day off but I found myself at Peggy's house. Who is Peggy you might ask? Peggy is an unsettled customer who bought a brand called a Westinghouse. Wait...
Let me sum up the previous paragraph. Peggy is a fucking idiot and a terrible consumer.
I solved Peggy's problems. On my day off.
Next paragraph.
Tonight I think I met the girl of my dreams. She seemed a little young but age was tough to judge. Needless to say something drew me to her. Maybe she was a little intoxicated, maybe she was just a little bit overwhelming. Maybe I saw a little bit of myself in her that she couldn't see in me yet. None the less I am pretty sure I have fallen for this girl. The only problem is I have no idea who she is... I only met her and talked to her for about 10 minutes. You might be asking yourself "Why are you telling me this?" The truth is I have no idea why I am telling you this but I feel like its time and that you should know I finally found someone that will make me feel even better than I felt with that one girl I dated for those three years. Tonight is October thirty first, two thousand and four.
Take your advice, like what you like.
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You are probably one of the only people who can make me laugh hysterically and then cry within the very same minute.
By writing a blog post. For this, I love you.
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