Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is Friday and I'm very excited about it. That means no stinky mean people at work for the next TWO whole days! I'm so ecstatic. I love my weekends. It's when I load on gobs of makeup in a feable attempt to appeal to some stupid guy who'll probably be nothing more than a lapse in judgement in the long run and attempt to kill my liver with whatever free drinks the ugly guys at the bar will buy me. Perhaps I'll get slipped a roofie and get some action. And since I won't remember it, I won't have to deal with the emotional ramifications of remembering it and/or the societal obligated guilt that we're supposed to associate with one night stands! Oh well. Here's to a happy Friday. Cheers. Lord knows it's 5 o'clock somewhere...
Sincerely,
Dez Perate
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