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Yesterday was my last day at my job, and my boss was so sweet. I'm on the South Beach diet, and instead of having a pizza party like they usually do when someone is leaving, we had salad with pesto chicken, low-carb cheesecake and lowcarb wine! Then, my brother (who also waits tables at the restaurant) walks in limping! I'm like, "What the hell happened to you?!" He replies, "How do you spell 'Irony'?" Apparently He decided to go jogging (as if he actually needs to lose weight, he weighs 118 at the most) and stepped on his foot wrong and he heard his ankle go pop. What are the chances that on my last day he busts his ankle? But he ent to the doctor and it was just sprained, and he didn't want me to work for him, so that's good, i guess.

This weekend I'm going to Maine for my boyfriend's family reunion. People are coming from all over, and I'm going to meet pretty much the whole family. We've been together for almost 6 years, but he doesn't have the kind of family that sees a lot of each other.

Well, I just got a brand new washing machine, so I'm going to go do some laundry. Have a good weekend!