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So today was my second day as a Pita Pit employee.  I dropped… - 7w3n7ys0m3th1ngAng5t [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]

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[Oct. 2nd, 2007|07:43 pm]
[current state of overwhelming misery |cynicalcynical]
[rockin out to |sometimes it hurts- stabbing westward]

So today was my second day as a Pita Pit employee. 

I dropped Philly Cheese Steak Extreme or whatever it's called on the floor. 

A stripper yelled at me for putting oil on her chicken breast in order to make it cook faster. 

I got complemented on my skills towards rolling a wheat pita, though. Those things break quite easily, apparently. 

On a side note: 
I tried so hard to hate you, but it only made things worse. 
I only end up hating myself.
And as my hatred grows, so do the lies. 
It's hard to face the truth sometimes. 
God I feel so useless. 
I get this way when I try to get over you. 
I get this way...will I ever get over you?

How come I let myself get so bent out of shape over a fling?