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it was brought to my attention that the $20 bank i'm given when i get to work isn't included in the total when i check out, so i've been making $20 less than i thought i had been...(but it wasn't noticed tuesday, just yesterday...mwahahaha!) but this sucks 'cuz it turns out i'm not making shit for tips...and i did even worse tonight...barely over twenty fucking dollars for the near 6 hrs i was there...(including commission...) oh well...at least i don't leave and have to come back at midnight...and have to look at the note saying that if my car breaks down i'm fired pinned above the schedule...something that sucks: Keith's phone got stolen from his car while it was parked outside The North End tonight...so if anyone's trying to call him and wondering what's up...that's what's up...after work i went over to Brad's...after a while Brad arrived as well...we pissed off Leah by making jokes about The Beatles dying/being dead which upset her to the point of leaving...but Mary called her and she came back and stuff was reconciled...then we played Boom-O followed by a game of Simpsons Clue...maybe soon a game of Simpsosn Trivia should happen...yea yea yea...last night, from Dogwood to my house there was a cop following me and i was so fucking paranoid...it stayed behind me all the way up to my cove...but i wasn't pulled over...i need to get my tail light fixed...it sucks being at work...i can't see a cop w/out freaking out...at least slightly...(by the way, new topic of endless comedic possiblities for "the peer group": coming up w/ different ways for Paul McCartney to die...scenarios, circumstances surrounding, facial expressions made...[:^°] ...at least while Leah's not around...)

woah...cosmic...

I'm Velma, which ambiguous dyke are you? Quiz by Turi.