Debauchery. That's all I gotta say about the last two nights partying backstage with the Bronx, Throw Rag, and America's greatest rock n roll band, the Supersuckers. The Bronx kept tellin me to call in sick for work the next day so we could party all fuckin night. Saturday morning I overslept and missed opening the store. I have this feeling I'm gonna get fired, so I'm looking for another job right now. Plus, I hate my fuckin job right now too, so there's another reason why I'm looking elsewhere. Two 8.5 hour morning shifts back to back after two nights of gettin shitty with fuckin rockstars is a little draining. Sunday morning at work blew ass, so I was in such a grumpy mood. Then I come home and find out my house now has a dog! I'm so excited! His name is Trouble, which is weird cuz my brother has a dog named Trouble. Our Trouble is a pit bull and he's really cute, despite his bulging muscles. Totally cheered me up. I fuckin love dogs and he's the cutest thing. Thanks, Michele! I fuckin love you!
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he is the cutest thing. I love him.