My Jason Mraz concert is tonight. I have a feeling I'll be calling in tomorrow. I don't feel like going to work and I could finish up this presentation for my pops. No one will be at the house, so it will be prime time for me to be typical Amanda (if you can call it that). That entails walking around the house naked, playing really loud music and jumping around the house like a banshee; much like Supergrass concerts, sans the naked part. The concert tonight should be a blast and a half. I'm hoping to make new friends like I did last time. I shouldn't really call in though, because the Matt Nathanson is even later, but I don't know how long he'll play for. That show is in Hollywood. Hell, I don't care. My paychecks are too small to really notice a difference. No one keeps track of me anyway. "Oh, Amanda's not here?" "Wha? I guess not." Whatever.
I'll call C on the way to the concert. Haven't talked to him in a few days. I hope I can remember what I wanted to tell him about.
P.S. Someone touched my ass at work. It was an accident, but it's this person who keeps bantering with me in the pseudo sexual manor. He's really quite repulsive. I hope his dick magically disappears. He won't be needing it anytime soon.
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