ain't no sunshiiiine when sheeee's goone
We did HIP HOP today in dance class. Damn, that was hot.
So in three days I have worked 2 hr 45 min (for the mathematically challenged, that's about 55 minutes per day). That's cool, I don't need the money anyway! I only work at your shitty restaurant because I enjoy smelling like burnt cabbage all day long! I just don't understand how I'm supposed to buy overpriced designer clothing off ebay when I have to spend all my money on necessities like food, and clay to make ugly deformed pots in wheel throwing.
I know I said I'd try to keep my job for a while, but I realized the uh, six hours they schedule me per week is going to overlap my class schedule for the rest of the summer. So even if I decided I still wanted to slave away (hah) for my $36 a week, I'd be SOL.
I kind of want to work at Publix. Only because hot Publix guy was there again and he totally wanted some from me, even if he thought I was stupid. Also, there is no such thing as a buggy. It's called a shopping cart.
That being said, Sara Beth and I are the greatest people on this side of the Mississippi. By our powers combined, we can use our pastiness to burn the eyes of our enemies and force them to consume poisoned Kool-aid. Just keepin' the mean streets of Tallahassee clean.