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Good news for me. My income tax return federal is scheduled to be coming in Tuesday. A nice little present, might I say. Didn't expect it so soon since I didn't do rapid refund. Too bad all of it is going to credit card payment. I swear, I will get that fucker down if it kills me.

Somebody on the Internet told me my "nose thing" was gross the other day. I laughed. I thought it was pretty funny. I then proceeded to post a macro close-up all up in my nostril just for them.

I'm gonna start serving at The RT in a few weeks to compliment my status as Chef BoiarJustin. Wow, I hope I don't suck. I think I've decided that I wouldn't mind trying to move up in the company, so we'll see how that turns.

Anyway, I need to go. This is my only day off this week, and I need to go ponder ways to call in Thursday so I don't have to close with our resident weirdo. I won't go into detail, but let's just say he has a thing for towels and using them to pop guys in the ass. Oh, and thorwing pasta at the same target to determine whether it's fully cooked or not. Freak.