Circle K.
There should be a sign in the back room that says "This is work. Not a confessional pulpit." Because some of the coworkers there give away too much information that I don't really care to hear about while Im working. I don't need to know that you smoke meth, I don't need to know about the grand theft problem you used to have, and I don't need to hear about your relationship drama. Current or past. I dont understand how someone can just ramble on and on about themselves while the other person gives nothing back. The only thing I really give out is reflective energy. Theres been some weird workings going on lately. It makes me feel crazy but I've encountered this before in the past and I know Im intuitive. People really need to be careful who they fuck with on whatever level they choose to.
I really wanted to shove a carrot in this kids mouth tonight. He's 23 he says. From San Diego originally and has a couple of tattoos on his left arm.... He says he's a music nazi, elitist or whatever. Always talks about himself and his tattoo apprenticeship. Kudos to whoever his trainer is because I would be ripping my hair out probably. Some people just need to talk and talk and talk. But it can be draining, in my opinion for the receiver. Especially depending on what they are talking about.
I swear my head is misfiring and full of holes.
In January I should be able to get my eyes checked out!! Wooot.
All I've been listening to mostly, lately is Godsmack. His voice is so enchanting to me, and his words are relative. I just want to keeeeep listeningggggg. woooooooo.
Well I have tomorrow off. Im taking Wilma to get her baby dog bathed at petsmart. I think she wants to go to wendy's to get some frostee's so she can put them in the freezer or something too. So fucking cute. I want to get more long sleeved shirts from wal mart. I bought the wrong size because they shrunk.
I really wanted to shove a carrot in this kids mouth tonight. He's 23 he says. From San Diego originally and has a couple of tattoos on his left arm.... He says he's a music nazi, elitist or whatever. Always talks about himself and his tattoo apprenticeship. Kudos to whoever his trainer is because I would be ripping my hair out probably. Some people just need to talk and talk and talk. But it can be draining, in my opinion for the receiver. Especially depending on what they are talking about.
I swear my head is misfiring and full of holes.
In January I should be able to get my eyes checked out!! Wooot.
All I've been listening to mostly, lately is Godsmack. His voice is so enchanting to me, and his words are relative. I just want to keeeeep listeningggggg. woooooooo.
Well I have tomorrow off. Im taking Wilma to get her baby dog bathed at petsmart. I think she wants to go to wendy's to get some frostee's so she can put them in the freezer or something too. So fucking cute. I want to get more long sleeved shirts from wal mart. I bought the wrong size because they shrunk.