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I’m goddamn sick! The week when I turn 18, and I’m sick. WTF WTF WTF. My throat hurts, my head is throbbing, the air grasps me with icy tentacles, and my nose is a fountain of filthiness. This week has been so weird, and now it’s fucked up. Seriously. I want to go lay down, but then my nose gets all yucky, so I’m sitting at my computer in agony. I want this evilness to go away, NOW! I had to work Tuesday night with it, goto bed late, then get up early this morning and go work with it again. Working sick is horrible! Especially when working is hard without being sick, sickness adds a whole new dimension. But, despite of the consuming evils inside me, I still performed beautifully with my mad resteraunt skills. I worked with Eric because “we da shit,” or so he says. One table Tuesday night spent $770 dollars for 2, and left us a $140 dollar tip. The guy said we kicked ass for him. He was so right.

I applied at the Cantina. That’s the #1 place I’d like to be working as a waiter right now . Also on my list for possibilites are: 3rd Street Aleworks, Checkers, Chevy’s, Baker’s Square, Marie Calendar’s and Applebie’s. Oh yes, and possibly Lyons. One of those places is bound to hire me.

I can’t wait for Friday (pre-supposing that I’m not sick), it’s something to pull me out of my pit of despair and degraded health. But what comes after that? The next landmark I’m awaiting is July 1st, when I finally leave my parents and step out into the real world alone. It won’t be that difficult. Everyone who knows me knows that I don’t often ask them for help. I’ve always payed for everything on my own ever since I’ve had a job. I buy my clothes, my shoes, most of my food, my school supplies, I payed my own JC tuition, and so on. It’s all been in training for when I can’t use them for anything. Hopefully it will work out like I planned it to.

***************** NEWS FLASH*********************
Someone is evil. Seriously. Whoever did this is, to put it bluntly, mean. I’m looking in my E-mail, and what do I see? “Someone *you know* likes you” from a certain Pimpin@cupid.thespark.com. I really hate these things, the last time I got one of these, it told all of my personal secrets to someone. Here is how they set you up:

Come to our site and list the people you know with
whom you’d like to go on a date, just for fun. If
you pick someone who picks you, you get notified.

You might match today – you received this e-mail
because someone has already chosen you for their
list.

What they don’t tell you is that they notify whoever you list with the exact same letter as you just recieved, or in the case you list someone who listed you, they will notify that person exactly who listed them. There is no *anonymous* fun here. This is an evil trap, pure and simple. I think I’m just going to put every single E-mail on my list of E-mails in the thing, most especially the guys. IF you did this and YOU are reading this right now, Fess up!

********************** END NEWS FLASH ********************

Things like that suck, but I respect thespark, so that’s why I’m going to list several males right now. Maybe this will throw them into the perplexity that it’s thrown me into.

GOODBYE !