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Well. I had drill this weekend and I bust my shit up. And by busted I mean broke. And by my shit I mean my three ribs.
I won an award in front of the whole company for doing the best on my PT test. But I had to go up there all crippled and it was embarrassing. Gooo...
Anyway, these fucking extensions WON'T COME OUT OF MY HEAD. I've had long fucking hair since July, and I'm god damn sick of it. Ugh.
I bought a tanning package and brown hair dye. I think I'm going to try and be Mexican 'til I leave.. :)
Anyway, shit isn't getting easier. I'm so depressed over everything it hurts to breathe still and I can't keep my eyes closed because I see horrible things. What can you do though. It happens.
I won an award in front of the whole company for doing the best on my PT test. But I had to go up there all crippled and it was embarrassing. Gooo...
Anyway, these fucking extensions WON'T COME OUT OF MY HEAD. I've had long fucking hair since July, and I'm god damn sick of it. Ugh.
I bought a tanning package and brown hair dye. I think I'm going to try and be Mexican 'til I leave.. :)
Anyway, shit isn't getting easier. I'm so depressed over everything it hurts to breathe still and I can't keep my eyes closed because I see horrible things. What can you do though. It happens.