You do not. DO. NOT.. Call me on my day off at 7 O'CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING to tell me that someone else's drawer was short by like $84 dollars. This isn't Soviet Russia, you fucking asshole. If you pull that shit again I will walk up to the store, rip your balls out, and feed them to my labrador.
Oh, and coming to my house when my phone is off, knocking on my door, and asking me to work for someone else because you can't find anyone?
NO!!! Just fucking NO! That's just creepy. My boyfriend may be small, but he's fit, and has a baton, and will bash your face in if I ask him to. It'll be an improvement, I think.
*shrieks in rage, loud enough to shatter both glass and eardrums*
Anyways, now that that's over, I have new hair. Yes, again. Look.
I have a big nose, don't I? ._.; Lol, oh well.
I'm looking forward to not having to work until next week. This week totally sucked massive, syphilic horse cock....
Bath time later, I think. Gonna write some music.