My feet hurt. I'm not used to working a retail job. I'm also not used to having no freetime whatsoever.
I have two jobs and once school starts, goodbye social life. There are so many things i need to save up for, not to mention i need to get my gpa up if i want my pwd (plan for world domination) to follow through.
Is it sad to think that all of this would be easier if i had a man in my life? A second half that could come over and keep me company while i write my 10 page papers on updike's sexual frustration/incest. or that would bring me lunch at my retail job even if it means i can only spend 30 minutes with him?
The search has got me tired. I have no time to look for a man, much less knock one out and drag them into my lair...
Such is the life of me.
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I remember retail - somewhat fondly. I met my last 'serious' girlfriend through my last retail job (though I won't tell you specifically how it ended - just 'not good'). No amount of Dr. Scholls (sp?) insoles will decrease the pain you get from standing all night/day. I respect those that can put up with it without physically harming someone.
...but what's up with the knocking a guy out and dragging him to your lair? I mean, first of all, any knocked out person is dead weight and difficult to move anywhere without help... and who's going to help you do that? Really you ought to just try propositioning someone and see what happens.
Oh, and don't use "updike" in the same sentence as anything sexual, no matter how related it is. :)
HAhaha...Where is this lair, by the way? hehe
To each his own, I-66.
But Updike IS sexual...
don't get me wrong, I do appreciate sexual.
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