Going to bed before the sun sets.
I am going to bed before the sun sets because my face is swollen, red, and bumpy from switching my face wash from a poor girl way to a rich girl way. Aveeno has forsaken me and I will never touch it again.
I am going to bed before the sun sets because I have the worst cold you could possibly get two days before the Memorial Day weekend that I have off, in which I haven't had ANY days off in two weeks and I have plans to see Buddy and I better not have to cancel them. (I don't care about the run-on sentence, it is my form of pouting).
I am going to bed before the sun sets because I have taken so much cold medicine and I have approximately twenty minutes before I crash and burn from the way it makes me feel. I can thank the years of cocaine use for the reactions I have to this medicine today. The high was never worth the way I feel today.
I am going to bed before the sun sets because I have to work at six in the morning on with this horrible illness because my boss is a beyotch and doesn't really care whether or not I get any of her other employees sick. Her bottom line; money. Always has been, always will be. And I'm her bread winner. Ass.
I refuse to let this fucking god forsaken cold ruin my weekend.
I simply refuse.
I am going to bed before the sun sets because I have the worst cold you could possibly get two days before the Memorial Day weekend that I have off, in which I haven't had ANY days off in two weeks and I have plans to see Buddy and I better not have to cancel them. (I don't care about the run-on sentence, it is my form of pouting).
I am going to bed before the sun sets because I have taken so much cold medicine and I have approximately twenty minutes before I crash and burn from the way it makes me feel. I can thank the years of cocaine use for the reactions I have to this medicine today. The high was never worth the way I feel today.
I am going to bed before the sun sets because I have to work at six in the morning on with this horrible illness because my boss is a beyotch and doesn't really care whether or not I get any of her other employees sick. Her bottom line; money. Always has been, always will be. And I'm her bread winner. Ass.
I refuse to let this fucking god forsaken cold ruin my weekend.
I simply refuse.