I’ve decided to quit one of my jobs after this weekend. It started out innocently enough- I forgot to call and arrange my schedule for the next week- then when I went to call them from dave’s phone out here in Buttfuck, there was no reception- and then I got all stressed like they were going to call my other job asking for me because I totally lied and said I was working there to get the time off, then about on glass three of the 50$ bottle of red I jacked from work and a couple drags of some of nelson’s best, I decided I that job wasn’t worth the effort of bullshitting my way out of the giganteous hole I’d dug myself into with these people nor was it worth facing the ensueing awkwardness and hostility that doing so would guarentee. Liberation feels great when its accompanied by fucking somebody over.
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