bah
for some reason i've been feeling like crap lately. might be because i've been doing the late shift at work. i've been wearing my sunglasses on the skytrain both on the way there (lately it's been foggy) and on the way home (off at 6 - it's dark). for some reason it makes me feel better. like if i take them off something bad might happen. they're really great sunglasses, but i can't help but think i'm crazy for feeling like i need them.
i've done stupid things. thing. things if you count the begining of the month. i do. it counts. i'm stupid.
i've been sad at work and moody and just a big crap head. but today i got mad at mckenzie for being an idiot and it felt good. and then when he left my boss came over and i was like "i'm sorry i flipped out at him, he really bugs me" and she said it was ok and that he needed to be told that and that if he doesn't smarten up she'll take him off packages (the kid lives for packages, he'd be crushed). i felt even better than the good i felt from doing it after my boss said it was ok. i kinda made a scene in front of everyone and she said it was ok. it was good.
i need a new phone. i need to buck up. i need a tattoo. i'm thinking something like this (big pic, my desktop at work), but more cartoon-y and maybe a daisy instead. i'm sure i won't get any tattoo though. i'm too scared that i'll start to hate it.
tomorrow i have a day off but i'm going to hate it because we have to clean the house. boo house.
i've done stupid things. thing. things if you count the begining of the month. i do. it counts. i'm stupid.
i've been sad at work and moody and just a big crap head. but today i got mad at mckenzie for being an idiot and it felt good. and then when he left my boss came over and i was like "i'm sorry i flipped out at him, he really bugs me" and she said it was ok and that he needed to be told that and that if he doesn't smarten up she'll take him off packages (the kid lives for packages, he'd be crushed). i felt even better than the good i felt from doing it after my boss said it was ok. i kinda made a scene in front of everyone and she said it was ok. it was good.
i need a new phone. i need to buck up. i need a tattoo. i'm thinking something like this (big pic, my desktop at work), but more cartoon-y and maybe a daisy instead. i'm sure i won't get any tattoo though. i'm too scared that i'll start to hate it.
tomorrow i have a day off but i'm going to hate it because we have to clean the house. boo house.