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Get a Life

well, here i am at the grocery store looking at some good food that i could possibly cook for a friend,. i wonder if this is what my friends mean, when they say........ get a life. i am scared at the grocery at 3 am and everyone even the night employees look like a vampire would look. i hurry up near the frozen food and find frozen biscuits with my frozen breakfast trays slowly i look around and pull my cart up to the cashier and dump all my goods on the counter now, i am loading my car, by myself, and wishing that someone would come over and cook these things for me. hey guys is this a life......somehow i thought i would be more exciting.

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