third time trying to update. fuck livejournal.
yesterday sucked. the vet in canada was wrong. we don't have two girl bunnies. and tout had a baby yesterday, then proceeded to eat it's legs off. it was horrible. we took the poor thing we named rodney to the vet and they put it down free of charge because we were hysterically bawling. in exactly 2 minutes we went from having 2 girl bunnies, to tout pulling her fur out, us finding out that meant she was building a nest to looking down and her throwing a little premature baby around. apparently that's why she was eating it. but it was horrible. i don't care if it's nature. so i guess in a few days she will have more. she's not very big, & hopefully the litter wont be either.
¤ i don't like working. my next job will have nothing to do with food or anything else that can be consumed. it takes too long to clean up at the end of the day and i'm not built to stand up for 5 hours at a time. it hurts my feet, ankles and lower back.
¤ after work i realized that i left my car lights on for 2 hours. dead battery. this is supposed to be no real problem. someone put jumper cables on. didn't work. dad came by. did the same and it didn't work. step mother came down. had to jump the clutch. it worked. i drove home, we let it charge a bit, then turned it off to see if it would kick over when turing it back on.
¤ nope. something is fucked. so dad will take me to work today [lame]. i don't want to work anymore. i don't give a shit about coffee. i don't even like coffee, and the girls i work with are such losers. why really overweight girls, who can't even see that they belt is undone and flapping around, with bad skin eat two burger king meals for breaktime i will never understand. i will not be hanging out with them.
¤ they had us cleaning to selena, and one thought that 'what's up' by 4 non blondes was from the 60s or 70s. i didn't have the patience to tell her otherwise, just like i didn't have the care to tell her that i could see her underwear, since her belt was undone. it was gross. and yaay! i get to go back.
¤ someone please tell me something nice or funny or whatever.
¤ i don't like working. my next job will have nothing to do with food or anything else that can be consumed. it takes too long to clean up at the end of the day and i'm not built to stand up for 5 hours at a time. it hurts my feet, ankles and lower back.
¤ after work i realized that i left my car lights on for 2 hours. dead battery. this is supposed to be no real problem. someone put jumper cables on. didn't work. dad came by. did the same and it didn't work. step mother came down. had to jump the clutch. it worked. i drove home, we let it charge a bit, then turned it off to see if it would kick over when turing it back on.
¤ nope. something is fucked. so dad will take me to work today [lame]. i don't want to work anymore. i don't give a shit about coffee. i don't even like coffee, and the girls i work with are such losers. why really overweight girls, who can't even see that they belt is undone and flapping around, with bad skin eat two burger king meals for breaktime i will never understand. i will not be hanging out with them.
¤ they had us cleaning to selena, and one thought that 'what's up' by 4 non blondes was from the 60s or 70s. i didn't have the patience to tell her otherwise, just like i didn't have the care to tell her that i could see her underwear, since her belt was undone. it was gross. and yaay! i get to go back.
¤ someone please tell me something nice or funny or whatever.