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It is physically, financially, Anita spatially and time-wise impossible to buy back the HQ wreck. Rita I relegate this wreck to some lucky fucker who has more of the above four qualities to bring back the ‘woody to its former glory. Many good Jane memories were attached to that car, may it rest in piece and may bad luck and many painful STDs be landed right on the head of the Hessing bitch that crashed into me and took the HQ out of commission. Whorebag slut, go fuck your self you dirty wog skank.

This job sorta fell into my lap, which is neato cos I can never be assed finding a job in the first place and once I have one (no matter how shitty) I usually stay in that job for a while simply because I cannot be fucked finding a new one. Anyway, in relation to my course I have to do 500 hours work experience, and the unit coordinator rang up some pharmacies and arranged job interviews for a bunch of students. Even though somehow there was a pubic hair on my CV (which the head pharmacist proceeded to pick off as soon as he recieved it), I managed to get the job and started working last Monday.

I like this job actually, I feels like a keeper as it forces me to become more outspoken as I deal with customer all day.

I have a girlfriend called Karol, she is my highschool sweetheart. We’ve been seeing each other for ~5 years, for some of which I took her for granted. Over the last two years, I have finally opened my eyes and realized just how much of an awesome girl she is, I know in my heart that she is a keeper and I want to take her to the ends of the earth and back again.

I don’t let her know this nearly enough though. I am going to make a conscious effort to let her know just how much I appreciate her through my words and actions.