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yesterday i worked 12 hours and was denied a brake. my manager said it's not illegal in hospitality management. sounds like bs. i came home and crashed with my makeup on and no air on. tonight, got in a major fight with the roomate. over the phone. i'm home (palm harbor) for the weekend, she asked "what happened here this weekend?" and said she came home and everything was ruined. i asked what she meant. apparrently the inside of the garbage can had burns from weed. i said i'd buy her a new garbage can. she said the place was a mess. what a lie, i cleaned it up entirely. i'm sick of her ocd. we ended up screaming and cursing at each other. i hung up and cried, my parents were really nice, much more helpful then i had expected. i'm moving out probably within the next month. i want to stay in orlando, now that i have friends from work. i'm going to buy a dog or a cat first thing. my parents want me to live by myself, i'm so shocked. i'm really lucky.
my own place. fuck yes. anyone i like/care about is welcome to stay whenever they want to or need to or whatever. you can even mess up the inside of my trashcan. or anything. i don't care. i just want to be happy and make the people i like happy too.
my own place. fuck yes. anyone i like/care about is welcome to stay whenever they want to or need to or whatever. you can even mess up the inside of my trashcan. or anything. i don't care. i just want to be happy and make the people i like happy too.