MWAHAHAA! Random entry!

Dana: I love you.

Jake: Good luck at Hel-- Hiram. ~smiles sweetly~

Will: Post. ~glare~

Everyone else... you're not important.

Update: I now work at The Little Gym. I love my job. Really, I do. Sometimes I get annoyed because one of my bosses inturrupts me by saying "Time Out" and when I mess up, instead of saying, "Oh don't do that, do this instead." She just repeats that I did it wrong in various different sentence structures for two minutes straight. "Two minutes!" you say, "Well, that's not that long!"

Well, STFU!

And another employee annoys me but I've just stopped caring about that.

"Why? Why!" the readers demand! "Why has Daynah suddenly turned so apathetic!?"

Because I work with someone who quotes Harold and Kumar Goes to White Castle, I'm allowed to randomly fall on the ground with mental break downs (really guys, is Heads Up Seven Up that hard?) whenever I feel like it, and I love kids and all the other employees.

And I get all the blogging fodder I want. So, the super dooper public blog IS BACK ONLINE!

That's right boys and girls, I have a private blog that you can't see. You're just not cool enough. Sorry. Not really. You're just lame. Actually, not even my boyfriend can see it. I think like two people can see it. My best friends forevaaa, WHUT. So...

I dunno where I was going with that sentence. I think I need food.

Oh, the Time Out boss who goes on "You're wrong you're wrong you're wrong" lectures fed me lunch today which was cool.

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Little kid ran up to me and said, "Look look!"

Naturally, I look to him to see where he's looking to see where I should follow his gaze. His gaze is staring directly down his pants.

End of story.

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