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Jul. 11th, 2004 08:30 amI've having one of those mornings where I don't want to have a nice thing to say about the world. To be fair, I did wade through veyr long and gruesome dreams about a serial killer of sorts.
Alan is sick again. Why should he be the one who has to get sick so often? Why should we have to put up with so much bullshit? Why can't we have at least decent paying jobs and a comfortable life? Sure there are a lot of extravagent things we would like but right now I'd settle for us being out from underneath the poverty level.
Last night we caught a mouse running along the kitchen counter. It makes me want to scrub everything with bleach. Alan threw the mouse outside where some stray cats were lurking. I hope they had a nice meal.
Alan is sick again. Why should he be the one who has to get sick so often? Why should we have to put up with so much bullshit? Why can't we have at least decent paying jobs and a comfortable life? Sure there are a lot of extravagent things we would like but right now I'd settle for us being out from underneath the poverty level.
Last night we caught a mouse running along the kitchen counter. It makes me want to scrub everything with bleach. Alan threw the mouse outside where some stray cats were lurking. I hope they had a nice meal.