I was living in a house that, for some reason, also had my work office inside of it.There were always different people coming and going from the place. Each time I walked into the house, I saw someone new. Sometimes it was somebody I knew from high school, next time it was someone i know from a local tavern. Relatives, coworkers, and a couple of times a total stranger to me. I was driving a bright orange pickup truck with a bunch of old furniture and boxes in the back. I kept losing my keys in one of the boxes, a different one each time. While all of this is going on, my boss is constantly there making life miserable. Complaining that the music is too loud, or that we shouldn't be watching tv in the middle of the day. At one point there was a strange lady that approached me and a friend of mine to ask if we could help get both cats into her room without messing with the snake on the floor in the hallway. And, a fat white kid in a striped shirt kept tellig me my truck speakers were bad.
2006-07-29
00:27:41
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Diesel Weasel
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Psychology