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Oh.
It would seem 80% of all my music needs to be on the ban list.
Along with my favorite shirt and pajama pants.
And my lucky underwear.
And this hair flower.
And the anti frizz stuff I use in my hair.
And red wings.
And french toast.
And any self worth I may of gained the passed year.
Oh hell 90% of my life is going to end up on the ban list.
Hella rad.
Why the hell did leaving work take so long.
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11. 11 PTs so far tonight.
That’s, like, a fuck ton. A FUCK ton.
Not to mention that four of them were MOTs.
Luckily Kelly and EMT took up most of my night (although Kelly brought Star Trek spoilers with him, ass) and then my dude Steven “BP” Bustamante with the save of talking to me the rest of my shift about how the next several months/couple of years are going to hurt like hell.
I saw him through his dark, he’s seeing me through mine, and that’s kinda neat.
Cheers to having not really slept in 34 hrs and my heart dying.
loveholyand
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New low.
Whole new kind of pain.
I JUST REALIZED ALL THE THINGS
