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my mom drove me to get my car...then i went to work...Dan (a co-worker) was in a wreck earlier today and his shoulder was fractured or dislocated or something...that sucks...even though he can be a dick sometimes, Dan's an alright dude...not too much to say about the work night...it seems last night some girl ordered and asked for me (i was not there last night)...it was to somewhere on Fenwick...i don't know of anyone who lives there...then she answered the door w/out a shirt, just a bra...very strange...like, i don't know any girls or anything...i thought i was going to say something else, but i don't remember anything else so i guess not...

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a while back i made this mix tape for this guy i work w/ after he asked me to recommend something to listen to...then i forgot about it...i just dug it up and guess i'll write the songs down and give it to him next time we're working the same shift...i'll also post it here, as is my tradition...keep in mind, while an alright guy, he does have a Phish sticker on his truck so i was trying to make it as not painful for him as i possibly can...
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worked a rush today...a bunch of wackiness ended up happening...well, not a bunch, but a little or something...i ended up having to deliver to this woman who orders and never tips at all and lives at the corner of our delivery area: 491 S. Higland #10...i was really pissed 'cuz i had just made a delivery and gotten stiffed and Rusty was up first and that was the oldest order but he didn't take it, he took something else instead...when she answered the door she asked me "why did you knock like that?" uh...first i asked something like "like what?" and she showed me how i knocked or something and said it sounded like i was upset or something and i said "i don't know, i was just knocking on the door"...when i got back, a few things came to my attention: when she opened the bag, spaghetti spilled on her...now i'll backtrack, before i delivered to her, being all pissed off i threw the bag against the interior of my car door a few times...i wish i could have seen it spill on her...she deserves it...also, she had called complaining about me (food spillage aside) that, while i wasn't being rude, it didn't seem like i wanted to be there...and she complained about my knocking...she even demonstrated the way a person usually knocks and how i did by tapping on the phone to the manager...and she said that she doesn't want me ever delivering food to her again...this is a story w/ many pluses...the minor one being food spilling on her, the best best best one being one of the greatest things ever that i don't have to ever deliver to that bitch again!!!

after work, stuff was moved from the space back to my parents' house...i picked Brad up...we met Jacques there...it was just the three of us w/ two cars...but two cars can carry a lot of dern stuff...there's still a bit of stuff left, but that should be no problem tomorrow...it sucks ass that we have to move...oh well...i have my midterm tomorrow...i guess i should go study soon...