Guh...
Let's just say that Monday fucking blew.
I don't even want to type it. I just want to stop THINKING about it. Gargh. It was the worst day ever.
Plus, today I got a second fucking job. At a pet store. On nights and weekends.
I mean... I work with eight two-year-olds for God's sake. For ten hours a day. From 7:30 to 5:30 every freaking weekday. And THEN, my new job I'll have to come in two to three nights a week from 5:00 to 9:00. So I am going to have to switch my regular work schedule. Which will be difficult.
I need the money. If I don't move out of my mother's house soon I am going to kill someone. I need Rupy to be online so I can RP and tune everyone and everything out. Mmmm...
But I am going to be that girl. That girl who works with innocent children all day, then goes to the petstore to take care of sweet little puppies... then comes home and smokes cigarettes and writes erotic fan fiction. Is that wrong to anyone?
I don't even want to type it. I just want to stop THINKING about it. Gargh. It was the worst day ever.
Plus, today I got a second fucking job. At a pet store. On nights and weekends.
I mean... I work with eight two-year-olds for God's sake. For ten hours a day. From 7:30 to 5:30 every freaking weekday. And THEN, my new job I'll have to come in two to three nights a week from 5:00 to 9:00. So I am going to have to switch my regular work schedule. Which will be difficult.
I need the money. If I don't move out of my mother's house soon I am going to kill someone. I need Rupy to be online so I can RP and tune everyone and everything out. Mmmm...
But I am going to be that girl. That girl who works with innocent children all day, then goes to the petstore to take care of sweet little puppies... then comes home and smokes cigarettes and writes erotic fan fiction. Is that wrong to anyone?