From the guy who pays the plumber
I hate Wal Greens. But I'm just overreacting, because that's what I do in my passive masochistic way. The one cosmetics girl kept making fun of my, "menopause" all night and the other girl kept giggling. Just inside my head I sorta snapped and I didn't want to talk cus if I spoke I knew tears would come out. I cry easily. I'm a lil baby. There are all sorts of things I could complain about but who gives a shit? Not me.