Cheesestrings, French Guys and Desperate Pleas.
2005-10-23 @ 12:37 p.m.

Latenight shifts at my work are killers. Just god-damned killers. I worked eleven pm to six am both friday and saturday nights. This morning, I just could not wait to get home. I was walking around like a zombie, I was so damn tired.

Killers.

I just ate, quite possibly, the most disgusting cheese string in the entire world. It's Schneider's brand though so really, what did I expect?

A frenchguy is coming to spend the night tonight. My brother is coming home for a night and I guess this french guy is coming with him. Maybe I'd better shower.

Gah.

Ciao.

Jenine.

P.S. Someone convince my mother to give me her credit card so I can buy my domain name, and get out of this Diaryland shite.

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