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For those that care (I know, not many) I won't be on aim tonight. Work until 10, than going to my friend Becca's house.


Carry on.

DISpleased

So. First my phone cuts off in the middle of getting directions. And then there's family issues when I get home, including a drunken sister rambling about how amazing Monopoly is and then some vodka full into my hot chocolate.


Guess I'm not going to Becca's, after all.





I blame the multiple creepy old men who hit on me today at work. (No, my princess costume is NOT an excuse for you to make sleazy comments about being my king. I have but one king and he is elven.)