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When I took the job at the record place, I assumed I'd be working with a bunch of self-righteous elitist music snobs.  You know the type.  Saying every obscure band is wonderful and underrated and any band that's known by more than five people has sold out.

Yeah, I was right.  But I'm finding it surprisingly enjoyable.  I like being around music, and people with opinions about it.  It's small and quiet.  And no one knows me there.  It's like getting a fresh start.  And given recent events, I could definitely use one.  So I'm trying to get as many hours in as I possibly can.  I'm just hoping it doesn't end up turning bad like everything else.

I'm over my head, out of her head she sang.

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We should probably talk.

((You are still listening to Everlong. XD))
Thanks, but I'd rather not.

((I will be listening to nothing but Everlong until the Ashitty is over.))
((another 8 hours?))
((I was thinking more like 6.))
((I'll be counting it down.))
Sorry for trying to make things better.

((For that, AshULLY will never be over. XD.))
Sorry that you're the reason they got screwed up in the first place?

((That sent my bullshit meter over the edge.))
Can we please meet up? I'll buy you dinner. And I'll be a good listener.
..Fine.
I'm jealous of your job. I mean, it's totally not like I'd fit in there, but I wish I could find a job where I did fit in like that. Like a really cute boutique!
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