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Today sucks and I am miserable and sad and lonely and nobody cares. And I have a bajillion things to do before next Saturday and no energy or willpower to do them with and I have to work six days in a row and Justin is too sick to come over and make me stop being lonely and I had an utterly miserable crab of a customer for FOUR HOURS STRAIGHT and my paycheck was smaller than I expected it to be and I am stressed out about the trip and I want to curl up in a ball and DIE.

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In the "how can she be miserable when stuff like THIS happens" department: When I left work tonight, a white Toyota 4-Runner honked at me, and when we pulled up to the stoplight and the truck came even with me, the six teenage boys riding in it blew me kisses and rolled down their windows to holler "DAMN YOU'RE HOT!" at me.

Even if they were kidding and had a good laugh about it later... they said I was hot.