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Pamcake has become a bed rat. He spent all of yesterday while I was home on the bed, aside from a short while when I put him home to eat and drink and such. He sleeps on the white sheet that ended up crumpled up against the wall. I think he's comfortable on it because it's the same color he is. He'll spend most of his awake time sitting in the sheet and grooming. Sometimes he walks the perimiter of the bed to make sure everything is in order. And when we approach the bed, he runs over. After awhile, he eventually dozes off and actually sleeps. We both slept for quite awhile on the bed together early this morning.

When he hears me come home from work, he rushes to the bars of the cage and chews angrily. Then he romps and hops around a bit until I take him out and put him back on the bed.

Sometimes he'll escape the bed, if I've stacked or tossed something tall enough near the edge. But otherwise, he's content to hang out in his nest.

Work's been retarded. We have to be out at our scheduled time. Wether we're finished with stocking or not. Yesterday, we were told to just leave everything where it was and clock out. Which meant boxes and pallets and flats and cardboard everywhere in E and F. I was, thankfully, in Softlines (because Deb wasn't there! Ha-ha! I'm shocked she has days off. She's ALWAYS getting hours and I don't understand how/why.), but we still didn't get things done. But the other two I was working with were thankful they weren'd ditched to do EVERYTHING, as is what usually happens over there.

My paycheck's only going to be, like, 26.5 hours. That's absurd. I shouldn't be getting so little hours. I need a second job, but the only way I get to and from work is because Danielle's nice enough to pick me up. But I'm hoping the weather starts to break soon here and I can walk around and put in applications nearby. Because I don't mind having to walk to a job and the Jamestown Plaza has quite a few places I can apply at.

It's just a pain in the ass. I know I should be all thankful I have a job, but if I lost it, I could just work out of Labor Ready. And probably make better money.

♫ Recoil - Chrome

So let's be done with this.

You said "I want you,
I don't want another,
I want a girl who knows how to suffer."
Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry.
So now you're in the middle of someone terrible
And you're carrying a tiny crucible.
Every raw boy wants relief.

You tough guys
With the glass jaws,
Your pins, your backstage laws,
Your French positions,
Your stripper damage.
It's more than you can hide,
More than you can manage.

I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the dark boys,
I swear you'll be the last one.
I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the black cotton mafia.

Last one...

I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the dark boys,
I swear you'll be the last one.
I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the dark boys,
I swear you'll be the last one.

I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys...

You dream of a girl with silver skin,
You dream of a girl cooled and thinned.
She's gone a bit blue around the edges.
You want a girl who sucks her thumb
When she comes,
You're just looking for a clean slate.

She doesn't want to see you,
She wants to be seen
By the cameras, the crews
And the soft machines.
You want a girl who could suck the chrome.

You're so rocked and wrapped in anguish,
Some little tragedy
I'm slow to extinguish.
Watching the suitors stagger home,
Now I'm butcher,
Now you're bone.

I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the black cotton mafia.
I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the dark boys,
I swear you'll be the last one.

I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys.
It's documented,
Tequila scented.

I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the black cotton mafia.
I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the dark boys,
I swear you'll be the last one.

I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the dark boys,
I swear you'll be the last one.

I swear...
I'm through...
... the last one.

You want a girl who's pale and bled,
You want a girl who's easily led.
Her slim hips,
Your tight grip,
Tell me it doesn't hurt just a little bit boy.
Come on, copy,
She doesn't read you,
She fed,
Fed the hand that bit her,
She doesn't need you.
Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes,
Your white receipts, your big, black boxes.
Life doesn't mean telling lies,
It means enduring what you despise.

I'm done with the dark boys,
Through with the dark boys,
Done with the dark boys,
I swear you'll be the last one.

I'm done, I'm through.