Coughing schedule, phlegm removal, sniffles every few seconds. My day is booked.
It's been confirmed that I do not have the ice-cream job and I felt a little pang of disappointment, but i'm more relieved than upset. It's like a stab in the back, but it's no big deal i'll just slap a band-aid on it. I'll have more time to draw and I can find a job closer to home.
Here are some happy people.
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They are not happy people, they're on HAPPY PILLS! Look at her eyes, they're blazed with some sort of unnatural comfort zone, almost as if she has been at a swingers bar with her husband all night.
Swingers have their own bars?!
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