Stacy Needs...
1. Go to google.
2. Type in "[your name] needs"
3. Show the most interesting.
My findings:
1. Stacy needs to kick-up her voice, and work harder at it.
2. Stacy needs to get some charisma and step into the ring at least once.
3. Stacy needs no boob job, a woman doesn't need breasts the size of navy floatation devices to be beautiful and sexy.
4. Stacy needs help conveying cross contamination.
And my favorite:
5. Stacy needs sex, and she needs it fast, and that's all her little brain can comprehend.
My roommate just put my door back on the hinges. I am very pleased about that. It keeps getting caught and I get stuck in my room and have to kick the fucker in. I hope it doesn't do that again. There is virtually no where left to put the hinges on, if it does fall off again.
Work is good. I really enjoy Barnies coffee shop. I come home everynight smelling of some seriously rocking coffee. Funny, I never thought a day would come where I didn't want to eat a pastry or a cookie, but today was that day. I was hungry and all we serve is coffee and pastries and stuff, and I just decided to wait till I got home to eat because there wasn't a fucking thing in the whole store I wanted to eat. I suppose that's a good thing, because at the rate I was going I would be 200lbs before the end of the year.
I want to get out this weekend. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able too or not. I get out of work at 10 and I'm off Sunday, so perhaps I might drag my ass out, but I'm sure by the time I get off on Saturday night I'll be exhausted and not want to do a thing. Not to mention every fucking time I go out in gville, I never see the people I want to see. It's like I pick the weekend everyone else chose to stay home.
I had an appointment to start birthcontrol pills on wednesday but for some fucked up reason my period came 2 weeks early. So there went that appointment right out the window. I have another appointment set for October 20. So by next month I should be all fixed up.
2. Type in "[your name] needs"
3. Show the most interesting.
My findings:
1. Stacy needs to kick-up her voice, and work harder at it.
2. Stacy needs to get some charisma and step into the ring at least once.
3. Stacy needs no boob job, a woman doesn't need breasts the size of navy floatation devices to be beautiful and sexy.
4. Stacy needs help conveying cross contamination.
And my favorite:
5. Stacy needs sex, and she needs it fast, and that's all her little brain can comprehend.
My roommate just put my door back on the hinges. I am very pleased about that. It keeps getting caught and I get stuck in my room and have to kick the fucker in. I hope it doesn't do that again. There is virtually no where left to put the hinges on, if it does fall off again.
Work is good. I really enjoy Barnies coffee shop. I come home everynight smelling of some seriously rocking coffee. Funny, I never thought a day would come where I didn't want to eat a pastry or a cookie, but today was that day. I was hungry and all we serve is coffee and pastries and stuff, and I just decided to wait till I got home to eat because there wasn't a fucking thing in the whole store I wanted to eat. I suppose that's a good thing, because at the rate I was going I would be 200lbs before the end of the year.
I want to get out this weekend. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able too or not. I get out of work at 10 and I'm off Sunday, so perhaps I might drag my ass out, but I'm sure by the time I get off on Saturday night I'll be exhausted and not want to do a thing. Not to mention every fucking time I go out in gville, I never see the people I want to see. It's like I pick the weekend everyone else chose to stay home.
I had an appointment to start birthcontrol pills on wednesday but for some fucked up reason my period came 2 weeks early. So there went that appointment right out the window. I have another appointment set for October 20. So by next month I should be all fixed up.