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caffeinatedTopic: Arty Botch Entries
I left the bleakness of my cubicle for a chair at a pub approximately 5:30 p.m yesterday only to return again this morning. If I hadn't gotten a job in Corporate America following college I probably would've been a crossing guard. That career path wouldn't of worked either. I guess no one can see me. I'm use to the pain. I'm only visible for cleanups.
Every hot girl I see thinks its rude for me to stare. At bars they always get me to foot their tab while they drink themselves stupid. Whenever they finally let me drive them home they quickly open the passenger side door and roll themselves down the exit ramp. The first time it happened I was stunned. Is it my extreme stupidity I am dealt with this way? I've spent a whole month's salary at the bar and I don't even drink.
P.S. I'm still learning the ropes of dating--the hard way!
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