Apr 16, 2009 23:02
There just seems to be an endless pile of fecal matter that just drops sparatically on my life.
Just when I'm starting to get my life on track, what I want is on the horizon. I'm willing to put myself, my feelings, and my soul out there. God bitch slaps me.
Pretty sure my co-worker Tylor hates my life because I couldn't take his closing shift today. Apparently he's fat, and eat's all his food really quickly. (probably because he's a pot head) He asked me to cover for him so he could go to his mother for money, and at first I said yes, didn't want to, but hours right?! Until I figured, I've been up since 6:30 working from 7 till 3:30 then at Eastsides starting at 4:30. I was obviously tired, and didn't want to cover for him.
I told him that and he stopped talking to me. It's not my fault you can't afford to feed yourself. Why are you living on your own at 18 without your highschool diploma!? I just wanted to strangle him, slap him, tell him to stop being a bitch and to go back to school.
"I can't live with my mother, if you knew her" ... come on ... please, we've all had that kind of friction with our mothers.
Grow the fuck up.