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| current | archives | profile | notes | gbook | host Reading: Heart-Shaped Box - Joe Hill I have the worst luck, I really do. Even my sister admits it. When it comes to big things, like meeting the people I admire, I have good luck. But when it comes to the mundane, everyday little details of life, my luck fucking sucks. Picked up an extra three hour shift today = $45 exta next pay. Not much, but I'm desperate. Waiting for bus to go to work, am informed the buses aren't running until I am meant to start work. So go home and call a taxi, 45 min before I start. It takes two calls before someone picks me up ten min before work. It costs me $20. So virtually half the money I earnt today was wasted just getting there. I just wish someone would give me a fucking job already, this is getting ridiculous. And urgh. My spelling has gone out the window. I need to write more. I had one of my screaming fits last night. It was a bad one. By the time mum woke me up my throat was stripped and so sore. My own bloody fault for continuing to read a horror book before going to bed. It's not the book that scares me, but the description of the ghost. He freaks me out. So baby can't you see, I've got to break free - 2007-06-26
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