Most folks think weekends are too fast, but this one was incredibly slow. I spent nearly every waking moment trying to transform myself into a graphic designer, with frozen Reese's Cups in hand. I failed miserably. I will hire a pro to do the job.
In fact, this has been a pretty messed up, failure ridden week. I've not been able to work because my Jeep took a dump, and the Sheriff wants to take the clothes off my back to pay for a delinquint school loan (one that refused to consolidate and got lost in the shuffle). Guess they don't know I buy my clothes at Salvation Army. Why pay a shitload of money for jeans that will be runied within a year by thigh friction? Once the crotch wears out, they're only good for rags. Levi rags? No way! Unless I hit the jackpot and find a pair that fits me at Sally's, no easy task. At $3.95 a pair, it's not a crying shame when the threads start to show.
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