i'm booorrred and i wan go home. fuck you four o'clock. get out of the effing way so four-thirty can get here, you selfish a-hole.
when the phone is ringing i complain about working, when it doesn't ring i complain about the stagnation. you can't win. just die already. die!
i could clean out my desk, but don't wanna.
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