well.

I'm alive.  and typing  with one hand.   That wreck was more fun than I ever want to have again.  But I'm ok.  Sore, but ok.

Delilah is RUINED.  :(  god bless beamers.     

I've decided I hate Christmas music.  I'm so sick of it.  I never want to hear it again.  I will shoot the speakers at JoAnn if I have to.  Although, I will do it discreetly, like a ninJah, so as not to be fired.  On that note, my job is boring and they're coming up with all these stupid new ideas and rules.  It sucks.  I need to win the lottery.  ( Read more... )

Kill me.  Please ( Read more... )

FSU I suppose.  I really had my heart set on Savannah, but I guess I have to grow up and be realistic.  I never even considered FSU before. Never thought about it.  But the curriculum looks good, and it's close and inexpensive as far as college goes.  And there's a JoAnns in Tallahassee. 

$24,000 A YEAR.

My dreams are leaking out of my brain in tears.  What do I do?  I checked everywhere close, and basically nobody has fashion programs.  That seems retarded.  So I'm trying to expand my horizens and settle for anything anywhere for a decent amount.  AIU is $16,000 a year.  I still can't do that.  I'll starve to death before I get a ( Read more... )

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
-- Ernest Gaines

You're a fucking moron.  But what does that make me?  Hopeless?  Stupid?  Stupid feels right. 

WHOA.  That's pretty much all I have to say.  That and: I haven't been that high in YEARS.  I think it was mostly the tequila. Or the grav bong hits....Fuck.  I don't know what I'm saying.  I'm just sayin' it.  Anyways.  Food to eat.  Lunch to make for work, dresses to configure ( Read more... )

Jesus.  I don't have anyhting to say, really.  I'm kinda tired.  Waiting for the telephone to hopefully ring.  Listening to music.  Excited about the fest.  Excited about my dress.  Want to get more patterns and stuff.  Must wait. Need to pay parents. And get a tatoo with Cassie.  MAX.  Ate pretzels off my bat plate.  It rocked.  BATS.  GOin' to ( Read more... )

I fucking LOVE my job.  I got little scissors today!  We have this funny little 'award' thing, if a customer or manager or something compliments you to a management member, youget these little "a cut above" pins.  The district manager was in the store yesterday with the guy he's training, Rob Starkee, and he gave them to me.

The little card thingy ( Read more... )