My coworkers are literally talking while peeing.
Is this real?!
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I blocked someone on Twitter and they're still talking shit about me.
A m a z i n g .
I should block people more often so they can get my name out even quicker.
:3
Hey, you're that person that's bad at that video game!
I can deal with some weirdo hitting on me online and stalking my Twitter, FB, whatever.
But not this.
Why is the guy sleeping on our couch that has no job, no car, and no home trying to hit on me?
I can't pee. If I leave my room to go the bathroom, he tries to talk to me for ten minutes when I don't want to talk.
I can't cook. He'll come to the kitchen and try to talk to me about giving him food or hit on me.
I have to keep my door closed and locked so he doesn't see it open and try to come over. He does this alot. If my door is even cracked, he tries to find excuses to come to my room.
This is the worst.
I'm a prisoner in my own home.
Why?
I thought you're supposed to be able to relax in your home.
Finally got an office job. Shitty Starfucks ain't my home anymore.
Feels good, man.
I get to wear super slutty officewear and be that cool hot receptionist now.
Fun times.
Feels pretty good to just have an awesome change.
Finished my first day at work today and I've been on a high ever since.
This cubicle is me. This is what I've been waiting for so long. Everything about me can be summed up in just today.
I am me. I am here.
Fucking finally.
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