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[sprinklethief]

i am so thrilled to be going to work on two hours sleep on christmas eve... again.

i had a good friend from back in the day over last night that i NEVER get to see, so there's no way in hell i'm going to kick him out for this stupid job.

but now i want to hang myself so i don't have to go into work this tired. something tells me i'll be surviving off of frappucino's and hope. then i get to drive three hours to hang out with my dad and his WONDERFUL family (his family can bite my ass) in his pristine house (if you like dog hair and piss) and try to sleep at some point (yeah, THAT will happen). i swear, if i didn't love my dad so much you couldn't pay me to go down there. then to wyl's family for food with actual flavor (my stepmother boils the flavor out of EVERYTHING) and finally... home x-mess night where i think i will promptly pass the fuck out and try to forget it all ever happened.

sweet christ i wish i had more xanax. i bet you i *wouldn't* want to kill my little brother so much. he's a whole other story...