Mother fucker. The one time I'm not faking sick for Hannaford, I have to go to work. Fuck. This sucks. Grrr!

So I finished all my math homework I had to make up, all my marketing for the next 2 days, and my Economics. I have work tonight at Finish Line 5 to 9. That rhymed. (haha)

Homework blows. Along with the rest of the world. Except for a certain few. I lose my fucking planner and my calculator. I am F-U-C-K-E-D in the ass. So now I have to spend money right before Christmas to buy stupid shit because people think it's cool to steal my damn shit. Unbelievable.

Amanda got her belly button peirced in New Hampshire. I'm jealous. It looks mad good too. Oh well. So I bought a pair of shoes yesterday...some Dunk Lows. I like them a lot. But I think I'm going to get a different size. They're too big. Why do I have to be so damn small. Brendan came into work yesterday and bought some Lugz. Yeah. They ( Read more... )

Yesterday was soooo busy. My boss at Finish Line and my daddy-o said I should leave for work around 9:15 beccause there would be a lot of traffic on wolf road. So I leave and get there at 9:30. I didn't hit any lights or traffic. I ended up starting work at 9:35. And I wasn't suppose to work til 10 damnit. So I'm on my feet all day helping ( Read more... )

Happy Thanksgiving.

I thank God for
...friends/family
...my 2 cats and puppy
...life
...love
...Cillian Murphy
...a loving best friend

Did a no call no show last night at Hannaford and went to work at Finish Line instead. I don't care. Finish Line pays me $9.50 an hour and Hannaford pays $6.50. Who the fuck do you think I'll be loyal to?

It just fucking downpoured for about 5 minutes. And now it is going to turn into snow and ice. Yay!

Okay. New layout. Of course I think Fred Durst is beautiful, but those colors were damn ugly. Now I have cranberry sauce because that is all I eat at Thanksgiving dinners. Yummy.

I absolutely love my job at Finish Line. It is just unbelievable how fast time flies and how much fun I have.