if i didn't stop to pet the cat and dogs on my way out every morning, maybe i wouldn't be late to work. speaking of work, it's become the coachella ticket black market, with about ten to fifteen tickets going on sale via e-mail announcement every day... i would go if i could get the time off but i can't in good conscience so i've decided to go next year, the same way i've decided for the past two years. also, stab at the keys on my telephone so hard that my tip of my index finger really hurts
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