Get your own fucking puppy.

She told him she’d rather fix her makeup ( Read more... )

So I really want to hang out with Marie right now. But I'm afraid to call her house. Plus I'm worrying and being paranoid. This sucks.

Her name is Shadow, we've decided.

So me and Marie are having weirdness. We'll figure it out.

Schazi or however it's spelled is probably not going to be the puppy's name. We'll see.

I am tired. I am going to bed now.

So I got a puppy. Her name is Schotzi. She's a sable German Shepherd. She rocks. That is all.

I've had too much pop. Sugar and Caffiene... Too much. I feel sick and hyper and sleepy and it's messing my brain up. Bleh.

What the hell is going on? Today sucks.

I got the job. 8/hour, 40+ hours a week, cleaning cars and driving cars. I'm going to do a hell of a job at it, too.

Hello, moving out!

... and Justin just referred me. Wendy's kind of sucks, but I'm not going to tell them to shove it just yet. I talked to the guy on the phone, he wanted me to come in. I must get myself a ride there.

I hope I hope I hope I get this job. It would rock.

In other news, Marie is pissed off that I called her.

UPDATE: I'm borrowing Babka's car.