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So apparently nachos hate me and pickles hate me.
So I dropped a pickle jar yesterday. Full pickle jar. No one got hurt, luckily, but it was creepy. Some girls kept saying "it smells like pickles. why does it smell like pickles?" so we used Bleach to help get the smell out.
I got cut by something (not the pickle jar) yesterday on the back of my leg. I found out that we have no band-aids in there, so I tied a rag around my leg and moved on. Then it slipped off as I was brooming up the pickles.
Yesterday was almost as bad as day before yesterday.
I am currently reading The Principles of Love series, and am on the third book, Love From London. Good book, I say. It's by Emily Franklin. Pure love novel, true.
I think the reason I read and write romance novels is because that is sometimes how I wish I had some sort of good relationship in my life. Meaning that I wasn't single. It'd be my first relationship (kinda sad, I know...), and that's how I imagine it.
Another random comment: I believe that Hell is a place, not a cuss word. So if you say "What the hell", hell becomes a cuss word. But if you say "Go to Hell" or whatever, that makes it perfectly okay.
Alright, so I'm really tired, but I only have one more day in my four-day work streak. That means that tomorrow I can relax and then chill with one of my friends. Then Friday I get to go to Waterworld, Saturday I have off, and Sunday I get to acolight (misspelled, as usual) with this guy I haven't seen in forever. He's pretty hot, actually. Then after I acolight, I get to go straight to work.
Yet another random comment: I have acolighted three times with this guy, or it will be three this Sunday. Not complaining, just stating the truth.
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