And I thought I had the most mundane job…

But work just keeps getting more and more interesting.

Last night, my boss was telling me about how she was kidnapped right before I was hired. She had to put sleeping pills into her ex-boyfriend's water in order to escape. She also added as a mere afterthought, "I might not be here on Friday, I have to go to court and there's a warrant for my arrest." And today, a private investigator strode in with a court subpoena for my assistant manager. What is going on?

this is for max

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so why would 99 Ranch distribute thousands of these plastic bags per day if it had a blatant typo on it? maybe it's because the place is actually called 99 Ranch Market. =P

**refer to www.xanga.com/makifu if you are confused =P

My coworker was looking at me silently as we both worked.

"What?" I asked nonchalantly.

"You really need to go home, don't you?"

Can people really see right through me, past the facade of an ambitious, people-pleasing woman that time and time again stretches herself too thin? All this time, I thought it was me. I've coaxed myself into believing that I just couldn't handle all of my classes nor maintain good roommate relations and a pathetically residual social life. But, no, he is right.

This past Saturday, I caught up with some old friends. And it's been a long time since I've felt that kind of happiness and contentment with my life. Laughing with them, reminiscing, and just hanging out brought out the inner me that has been my last priority since the beginning of this school year. And as this quarter winds down, I have no choice but to push her away again, bury her beneath my studies, and respond to her needs with complete disregard.

Needless to say, I will count down the days until I can finally exhale and allow her to play.

edit//: my mom called today and home is coming to me this weekend! i CAN'T wait!!

i am the ultimate chef

who almost caused an evacuation in my building.

i blame this little f*cker:

who would've thought that you can't microwave little pieces of bread for 30 seconds... (i wanted to soften it up!!)

get this.

every time that you bite into a piece of fruit, you just bit into an OVARY. o___o