Entry 1
My routine everyday is the same, wake up, eat breakfast, shower, and go to work.
Today I ate some cereal, showered for a few minutes, and hopped on the bus, it's about a 20 minute drive to the building that I work at. I mean the work is alright and the pay isn't bad, but I usually just spend 2 hours of doing actual work and the rest is just me on the computer playing some games in my cubicle.
The computer at my desk is pretty slow — but not really, sometimes it goes really fast — but not really.
When I got home, I continued my typical routine which consists of watering my tiny house plant, laying in my worn-out chair and doing some channel surfing on my TV.
My beige carpet is worn out, the refrigerator handle is always loose, the floor tiles are a little broken.
My house is perpetually stuck in 1974 (which is ironically when the house was built), I don't mind it that much, but it doesn't really suit my interior design tastes.
I sort of miss those checkerboard kitchen tiles that were so popular in the 1950s despite them being sort of an eyesore. There's something about the black and white squares that's really unpleasant to the eyes. Those checkerboards are the stuff of nightmares in the wrong light or perfectly quirky in the right one. I'd honestly consider this type of designt to be in a weird middle ground of being classic but also outdated — it has it has certain aesthetic appeal, but it's not really something you'd intentionally want to put in your new house.
What was even the deal with those popcorn ceilings? Glad that's not a thing anymore, makes the ceiling look infected or something.
These new houses have a pretty clean look, but I personally don't approve of the overly minimalistic design of having such open space.
Anyways, I think I'm getting sleepy, time to call it a night.
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Entry 2
[I feel it coming on]
[I know there's something wrong]
[I don't even know you yet]
[But I know what you want to do to me]
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Entry 3
[My latest dream girl]
[My latest nightmare]
[Could this be the start...]
[Another hateful love-affair?]
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Entry 4
[I just cannot allow]
[Anyone else inside my head]
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Entry 5
Actually I'm completely alright...
They're just lyrics to a Reel Big Fish song.
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Entry 6
[I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here, this is my last chance to dissapear, I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here, I may freeze on the last day of summertime] - sorry, more song lyrics.
I really love my AC system, it's probably the greastest invention known to man, I'm very grateful to Willis Carrier. Can you imagine experiencing life without it?
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Entry 7
I drove back home after a long day of work, it was a particularly cold night this time, and the worst part for me is sitting on that cold seat right after getting in my car, desperately turning on the heat. I'm glad that my bosses believed my lie about being sick. ██████████████ can't afford to go into some small investigation to make sure if I'm actually sick (which I wasn't, I just wanted a day off,Che sollievo!). There's something magical about driving at night on the way home while listening to music; all my struggles of the day have come to end, and all that boredom is over for the night. As I drive down the cold night looking at the road of the empty suburbs, I realize that even though I'm a cog in the machine, I have all that I need. I won't be famous, I won't be a millionaire, but I have all that I need to be mostly content, so I won't be homeless. Maybe all this happy talk is just the relief that work is over. Mowtown never sounded so good.
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Entry 8