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2004-07-26
12:33 a.m.
i'm not an idiot, i swear.
at least i don't think i am.
...am i? don't answer that.
ever since my job started prepping me for promotion, i've been fucking up royally left and right. i was trusted with larger responsibilities than i usually get and i screwed one up big time because they thought i was good enough to handle it without supervision.
i am so fired, i think.
fired, fired, fired.
it wouldn't be the end of the world, obviously, because it's not like my job is all big and important, and they certainly don't pay me well at all. i'm basically an easily-replaced throwaway peon. but, i do enjoy what little money they throw my way every two weeks, and for the most part, it's a fun environment.
kim and i were supposed to go our friend Pirate's Prostitution-Themed Costume Party last night. (he looks like a french pirate, man sometimes.) the last one was fun. we mingled with french maids, pimps, and a six foot tall foam rubber penis with a mysterious red stain on his head. i got a brazilian dominatrix's phone number.
this time was a no-go. i hadn't slept for about 30 some odd hours prior and i believe kim was at a concert. pirate came into my job today and scolded me for missing out on all the hoes.
we have to start making pirate's parties, or he's going to stop inviting us. this is the third one we've missed in a row. it's not that we don't want to go! he throws great parties. things really just got in the way. we love the six foot tall foam rubber penis. we love pirate.
i do so love the cheese family.
and also magical trevor. but everyone loves magical trevor. EVERYONE.