*HISSSSSS*
So the fucking phone and the internet are down at my house, my cell phone's off, I have no money and no food and no means of communication besides the bloody library, which is where I'm posting from right now, and my father is being a prick with a capital P.
At least I start work tonight, I'm hoping since I was hired on the spot that I can actually take tips tonight and have enough money to buy dinner and minutes for my cell, at least so I'm not completely cut off from the world.
I can't stand this anymore. Poverty to this extent is depressing. At least lovie's cheering me up some. ;.;
I think I'm pregnant my birth control has been really weird lately and I've been walking around constantly feeling sick to my stomach. Could be the diet pills I'm on though, too, even though all they do is boost my metabolism and there aren't a lot of chemicals in them, it's just acai berries. I hope I'm not to ill to perform well tonight, I have a nice new classy uniform to wear with more than one work shirt (CHRISTMAS for ASHLEY?)
Anyways, bitch, bitch, bitch, fuck my life, I'm hungry, maybe I'll go home and make egg salad.
At least I start work tonight, I'm hoping since I was hired on the spot that I can actually take tips tonight and have enough money to buy dinner and minutes for my cell, at least so I'm not completely cut off from the world.
I can't stand this anymore. Poverty to this extent is depressing. At least lovie's cheering me up some. ;.;
I think I'm pregnant my birth control has been really weird lately and I've been walking around constantly feeling sick to my stomach. Could be the diet pills I'm on though, too, even though all they do is boost my metabolism and there aren't a lot of chemicals in them, it's just acai berries. I hope I'm not to ill to perform well tonight, I have a nice new classy uniform to wear with more than one work shirt (CHRISTMAS for ASHLEY?)
Anyways, bitch, bitch, bitch, fuck my life, I'm hungry, maybe I'll go home and make egg salad.