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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Good news. We got over our financial jam and have actually gotten christmas gifts for everyone who i think deserves one. That's maybe three people. My wife, Zelly and my mom. Werd. I wanted to buy Rohi a pack of wonder woman underoos. She's small enough to fit into little kids underwear (5'3 108 maybe) anyway as cute as i thought that it would be i decided that her husband would prolly get pissed even though he'd be the one that got to see her in them and in that sense should be thanking me, not wanting to stick a slug in my melon. I got her something else instead, I guess that makes 4 people.
The liberry is really slow right now. We seem to run opposite of retail places. Like the, well i don't think that i have to spell it out for you. Just take a busy shopping day and then ya, that's a day that we're really slow here, or something like that. It's not rocket science (It's library science, that you got blinded by)
There is only me and our Eritrian janitor here in the basement right now. He and I don't get along, had a screaming match once after he threatened to snitch me out for taking a long lunch, thing was i was outside making time with a high school girl that used to volunteer here and has grown to be a way cute little black haired punk rock and dude, if that shit means i have to stay outside longer then so fucking be it.. He's lucky i came back at all cause she was trying to convince me to go and have lunch with her at the sushi bar across the way and i really wanted to, but stupidly gave into duty. That learned me.
Ok, i guess i'm off. We bought a bunch of shit to donate to kids who's folks don't like to work and the firemen dudes over at the mall only stay there til like, 6:30.... I bought a really nice baseball glove and a cool ass mesh bag with a dozen official major league balls. If a kid don't like that he can lick my o-ring. Ho ho ho...




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