2005-08-30 - 7:15 p.m.
I just ate a really good catfish taco salad but it literally smelled like ass. But that's actually not a bad thing.
It's my last shift at Rivington. Ever. For a second I feel weird and sad, and then I just don't care. Saying goodbye is easy. Trying to make it too significant is what makes it harder.
Jamie and I are ignoring financial and automobile woes with extended supremely pervy sex. Like we did stuff last night that we vowed not to ever tell anyone.
But does this count as telling?
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