12/11/2001 07:58:47 AM
i didn't get on a register once last night, spent the whole time working on other junk. there was a whole lot of conflict and drama avoided that way too, though not entirely. it was nice not to deal with customers much anyways. a gross creepy old guy got sick and make 6 puke piles on the way to the shit house. i heard it all splatter onto the ground. it stunk so bad and made me feel really ill. just breathing was nauseating. i felt bad for the bosnian floor cleaning guy that had to mop it up. my mom was going to buy me this for x-mas, because it's what i asked old santos for, but i changed my mind. i asked if she would be cool with paying our immigration fee to go to hoserland (canada) instead, and she said yes. i want to leave here and be there a lot more then i want a toy. i love toys, but i hate living in this hick burg even more. plus i want to go to school, something i can't really do while having to worry about rent, child care and transportation. all those things would be fixed if i was back home. i'm excited about x-mas. the house is so festive and pretty. i know what i am getting for everyone, and it's good, no GREAT stuff. hopefully i can sleep for 7 or 8 hours today and be in good shape for work tonight. the collection agency shit is fixed. husband took care of it. he is quite useful for such things. i am glad to have him.

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