aaaaah, i have a job. good thing, too. i sorta missed the feeling of dread when i thought about going to work. not to mention the confusion of a bunch of customers asking me a bunch of crap that i don't know the answer to. oh, and i can't forget the pain in my feet after standing behind a register for eight hours.
ok, so i hate working. i hate the hours of this new job. i hate working in a town that i have no desire whatsoever to live in.
i hate hating things about my life. i want to be happy.
i know what could make me happy, too.
$100,000,000.
and some M&Ms. the kind with peanuts.
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