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11:55 Late Wednesday Night   Aching Heart "...i don't remember how it started. Or, for that matter, how you got naked." boys have weird dreams. I'm sad... I missed his calls. I ate too much this evening. My dad and I discussed quantum physics and whatnot in the car ride to the furthest nurseries. I always want to say something clever or funny to him, something intelligent or exciting. I want him to be proud of me. I guess I am like everyone else, I want affirmation. I want people to tell me I'm doing a good job. I want the people I admire to think I'm better than everyone else. I'm just like everyone else. I'm selfish and mean, greedy and thoughtless. yay. I have my moments of redemption. but anyway, my stomach's burning and I'm tired and I've decided that it's probably bedtime.
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I agree, but it's not them I worrying about. I'm not sure, but I think the little people get the money they ask for and the employers have to pay them the amount. The same thing is with the actors and actresses except that the amounts they ask for are tremendous. And the profits are so huge they actually get the money.

What slightly pisses me off is that the CDs and stuff are so expensive compared to the wages around here.
People work their asses off to get their children and themselves feed, build a house, have a car in the family and other shit. They hardly ever get any time for some rest. I bet my parents would love to get a 2-month vacation and shitloads of money to buy excessively expensive clothes and such. I understand what you mean, but I doubt it's a major issue.