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Kirsten bought me the brown boots I've long wanted, today. She gave them to me right before the math class we're both in. I put them on right there.

Terry is transferring into my Psych class. This is very good; someone to play hangman with. The teacher has the heaviest Chinese accent I've ever heard in my life. He seems okay. I don't think the class will be very difficult. This is good; I'm not looking for difficult.

Kirsten told me something else about the job she had last week; she mentioned in passing what school she goes to. Later she overheard one of the Chauvinist Sales Partners remarking to the other, "It's a shame she comes all this way and has to go back to Hunter."

Fucking jag-off. There's a little thing in this world called money, and some people don't have it, and can't go to fucking Ivy league schools, and are doing the best they can with their available resources.

Honestly, I don't know exactly who these people were that she was working for, but I'm pretty sure it was the devil.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:48 AM | shower me with attention