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There are times when I wonder: Am I acting like a jerk? or Am I acting like a brat? or, is the other person instigating me? Sometimes I feel like, when my jerk behavior rises to the surface of who I am, it's only because the other person had instigated me. I feel like, if a person can't be nice to me, then I can go ahead and go somewhere else. You know, like the expression: "If you don't like it: Leave." Sometimes I feel like I'm in a constant state of retreat. I feel like, a kind of, wandering Kenneth.
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I don't know if I wrote about this, but I did end up getting my tires replaced at a tire shop close to my residence. One issue is that, I did order a new wheel for one of my tires, and the hub cap didn't fit, so it fucking fell off, and now I have one wheel that looks like a spare fucking tire. I spent close to 600 dollars on this, but, it drives fine, it just kind of looks funny. I didn't bother to make a big deal about it.
Sometimes I feel that if I make a big deal about something, even if it's something a totally normal person would make a big deal about, then, like, I'm just making too fucking big of a deal out of some small as shit. Like: If I make a big fucking deal out of something I totally should make a big fucking deal out of, then I'm fucking over-reacting.
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I don't know what the hell to do. I need to get my spending down, but sometimes I'm just super fucking hungry. I'm super fucking hungry, I stopped buying any kind of food that is excessive, but sometimes I eat an excessive amount of totally reasonably priced food.
I feel like I shouldn't be too worried about what I spend on food, but the fucking Fortune Cookie Said: "DON'T EAT YOUR FORTUNE!"
So, I really don't know what to do about that. I'm worried about a lack of work, I'm worried about a lack of overtime, I'm worried about inflation, I'm worried about the indignities of being totally broke, and I really don't want to suffer the fucking indignities of being totally fucking broke, but I'm hungry as fuck.
And I'm not the kind of asshole who need to eat the most luxurious hot dogs in the universe, Gas Station Hot dogs are totally fine for me.
I remember, when I was working at the book factory, they gave us hot dogs, and they were honestly kind of plain, but for some reason they were just fucking amazing, and this is considering that I eat hot dogs almost all the time.
I think that most people get sick of hot dogs because they only ever put ketchup on their hot dogs.
Like. I don't know. Hot dogs are only as fun or as boring as you make them. Make them fun. You know. Anyway.
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There was one thing that was actually kind of funny, I'm not actively looking for a second job, but I'm always open to the possibility, anyway, a recruiter reached out to me, and it was the company I already work for.
but there is also the Airport, and it's just across the street from where I already work, but I honestly haven't had the time, or the energy to actively look.
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It's really fucking cold.
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