My work place doesnt believe in heat. And I hate them for that. On top of that I stand in front of the door all day in a t-shirt. AND we can no longer smoke inside the store. I've cut back because of this.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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