"oh my god vanessa, i thought you died"

such words from hugo, a co-worker who was witness to worst of my illness. today marked my triumphant return to ae. whatever, i need monies.

i want to work for lacoste because of their FATTY DISCOUNT. FATTY DISCOUNT.

whatever... its time for the year in review

chill.

thats it. i feel ambivalent concerning the events that had created the past three quarters. i didnt love it but i didnt hate it.

or maybe i'm just being negative on purpose. bitches.

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by the way, does anyone want to help me move out?