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Shouting. Multiple conversations. Loud as fuck speaker phones. Barking lunch orders (no one asked for mine). Banging things. Joking and laughing. More banging. More shouting. More multiple conversations...which turn into shouting matches. Banging doors. More banging doors. Bitching about how stupid actors are. More loud as fuck speaker phones. Did I mention that when I got here, I had a flat tire and I slammed my finger in the door? That was after sitting for over an hour in traffic and dealing with some asshole in a pickup truck who was blocking the street at the bottom of the hill and refused to move his truck so I could get out of the neighborhood. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. I want $500 million. copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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