In eleven minutes I will have put on my work uniform, and left my house to get my car-less coworker, Ben.
I do not want to do this, but I will because I AM NICE.
Fuuuuuuck that.

Yesterday was good and bad.
BAD
1. My crazy dating coworkers decided to pseudo-breakup in the middle of rush
--- leaving me to do fries, combine, and present as well as take ( Read more... )

I've been remarkably lucky as a customer.

But today I was passed over in line, like... someone walked up behind me and when I went to put my stuff on the counter the sales girl told me 'i wasn't next, the woman with the jeans was'.
This being just after I'd waited in line already behind 1 woman with 983472 jeans and that this was at WetSeal (ugly ( Read more... )

Ok, I'm going to make sense and not be vague and ghetto.

I'm dating a guy named Jason.

I'm not being hung up on forensics guys who, though good friends, would be shit boyfriends.

Hah.

I'm hating my job because my crazy ex seems to hate me.

And it only bothers me because its a striking dichotomy between the good guy he is and the asshole he is now.

Its ( Read more... )

Ok.
To be more clear.
I'm dating someone.
HAH.

Oh lawdy.

Nervous much?

My ipod has the strangest things on it ( Read more... )

I'm kinda torn.
Between two guys.
Hmpf.
Fuck me sometimes.

Oh, and Wendys can suck it. 
3 days of 11-8 SHIFTS.
3 DAYS.

Boo period.
Yay BC.
Oh, and I will apply to U of L.

I hate my job.
I'm really to mad to be articulate.
But 6hours with no break, my manager threatening my job all the time because 'its funny', working at least 2 more hours than anyone else, and dealing with 3 rushes... Doesn't make for a happy camper.
Maybe I am mean to customers.
I worry about that.
But then again, I really don't feel like I was rude at ( Read more... )

Mmmm. 
Boys are just bad in any sense-
either when they break up with you or when they want to date you. 
Rar. Too much worry. (who would of thought i'd have to be the voice of reason? hah)

Today I filled out my app to UK.
How nauseating is that?
This whole... 'senior year' thing has officially smacked me in the face. 
Mmm.

Facebook has been working on my ( Read more... )

In my fridge, fruit juice that was supposed to be fresh until May 2008 randomly fermented into wine.
Or something alcoholic.
This is exciting to me.

Work was ok.
I wrote my essay.
Wes has moved on, to another coworker.
Hahaha oh my oh my. 
Wendys proves to be quite the drama pit.

Hmm.

I don't know how to say no.
Even though I'd like to.
So, though Jason will probably not see this-
No. No thank you. I'm tired, I've been working, and I'm always out.
I just want to be at home tonight.

This week I work 40 hours.
Forty.

Why don't we just break this down a little-eensy weesie bit, shall we?

1. I lose my shit when I work with Wes.
-I'm just ( Read more... )