Confidential to Trevor and also some GAP trauma

If you are reading this, you should be posting@!!!!!@!@!@!@!@!!# Yes. You should be writing about your awful dates, your funny work stories, or whatever, but please, write bout something. I must also say that this is my second drunken post in a row. You, my tragic readers, needed to know that.
Work sucks. If I actually reached out and called people, you might already know that, but if the subtitle ("a Myopic Misanthrope's Misadventures in Massachusetts") gives you any hint at all, you know that I am phobic about actually calling people except my mother. Don't even ask.
I am seriously hating the Gap right now. Mostly it's just my crazy ass stupid stock supervisor, Sandy, who doesn't actually work, who's getting me all riled up, but also there is an issue of broken promises from Head of Store, Gwen. Ok, so drunken rambling to ensue.;.... and random semi-colons, too..... deal. Every so often, when Gwen knows that I'm peeved at my work situation, she'll say to me something along the lines of, "Hey, D., how would you like to learn how to do visuals and merchandizing?" I will inevitably respond with, "Why, Gwen, I would love to learn that, because I'm trying to get a promotion by the time I leave this store!" And then she'll tell me that next week, she'll have some time available, and she will train me. And then she never does. And I get all peeved. And my folding suffers. And that, dear friends, is the tip of the iceberg of Why D is Annoyed With The Gap. In Capitals. Fuckers. So mostly this is yet another foray into the drunken mind of D and her magical Cider Jack. Sad, I know. Motherfuckers are hard on D's sensitive liver. I really have nothing more to say, as typing is hard when one (objectively, of course) is retyping every second word because of glaring typos and tragic grammar. So I guess I'll go wallow in my Gap misery. Or whatever. Go ahead, laugh. I"m already half in the bag, and I clearly hate you all.

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that is alll...

of drunken posts...

I am gloriously drunk au current. yay, drunkenness. And billiards. yay. drunken billiards. and boobs. which are marginally less than they were before. sad. alas. and now you must think, starving reader, that I am an anorexic starving drunk with very little typing abilitah. whatever. I'm so above it. blah. blah/ blah. bw'epirojas'dfnzsf. yeah. just like that. haha.

so. I'm terrible at being a girl. who knew? ask me later about my latest forays into the art of leg waxing. and the welts incurred therein. a painful and somewhat comic story. but for now, I"ll leave you with this:





An explanation? Well, celibate reader, ok. This is exactly what Trevo's been doing instead of posting on his blog. There. I"ve said it. and now you know the truth. And I know that I am using quotes instead of apostrophes, Bil. Suck it, ok? It"s better this "way". ok/ Pucnt!uatiuon is fun!QWRE^4124$%$%^!@#@#%%&*%.


That !s a!!.

yay

new look for a new season. still digesting the last month and a half. have taught my last "fashion design" disaster class, and have finished the play. all that remains is the fuckin' Gap and Sportography. am going to visit my cousin and his family this weekend with the illustrious mr. bil. should be interesting. too tired for this early and really nothing of value or useful knowledge to impart on you, useless reader. ha.

That is all.