you're not drunk until you're clinging to the grass to prevent falling off the earth
People seem to have this weird obsession with sitting right smack dab in front of my friends and me when were at the movies. It’s so lovely, especially when grown men sit on Mickey’s feet. Okay, so we did have our legs sprawled out all over the seats in front of us, but the dudes still could have said excuse me...or moved their asses somewhere else. Well, at least Mickey and I scored the awesome head giving seats right? Word.
I’m really starting to need money, which ultimately means I need some sort of a job. Sweet merciful crap, why must I have such a low work ethic? Sure, I’m a spoiled little twit who’s daddy gives her a twenty every time she leaves the house, but daddy dearest isn’t going to always be there to hand out the money, especially when I move to the city. I’d like to have my own cash, so I don’t have to burden my parents with my constant purchases. I guess you could say I have high expectations/standards for jobs, which is definitely going to rule against me. I hate authority, as most of you know, and the idea of being told what to do by a crappy boss isn’t too appealing. It’s immature really; I should be happy to land any job, even if it’s not perfect...it’s still a pay check. I’d be happiest working in the mall,(so I could sneak away during breaks and raid the MAC counter of course) but that entails getting a ride both there and back, which I’m sure my rents would loath completely. Music store? Possibly. At least I’d be entertained and around things that interest me. I don’t know, at least not at the moment. I have some serious thinking to do come the new year. Things need a change, a change for the better.
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I’m really starting to need money, which ultimately means I need some sort of a job. Sweet merciful crap, why must I have such a low work ethic? Sure, I’m a spoiled little twit who’s daddy gives her a twenty every time she leaves the house, but daddy dearest isn’t going to always be there to hand out the money, especially when I move to the city. I’d like to have my own cash, so I don’t have to burden my parents with my constant purchases. I guess you could say I have high expectations/standards for jobs, which is definitely going to rule against me. I hate authority, as most of you know, and the idea of being told what to do by a crappy boss isn’t too appealing. It’s immature really; I should be happy to land any job, even if it’s not perfect...it’s still a pay check. I’d be happiest working in the mall,(so I could sneak away during breaks and raid the MAC counter of course) but that entails getting a ride both there and back, which I’m sure my rents would loath completely. Music store? Possibly. At least I’d be entertained and around things that interest me. I don’t know, at least not at the moment. I have some serious thinking to do come the new year. Things need a change, a change for the better.
♥