Ouch
I just bit the tip of my tongue. Eating Teddygrams.
Damn those edible little bears.
Anyway. I think I'm slowly going insane. I'm consistantly here, but not talking to anyone really. Like.. I don't know. It's certainly making me draw more, for sheer lack of more interesting things to do...
I need more books.
Maybe I'm going through withdrawl. Maybe it's just that quitting was a mistake.
And I need to eat better. I guess. wtf. Here I am shoveling down mutinous Teddygrams... maybe I'll have a banana. My hair's going all 'thinned looking', according to mother dearest. Probably from the Chem Exam of Doom on wednesday. Freakin' me out, man.
I seriously hate my job. I know you're not supposed to blog that, or whatever.. but I do. It's bad. It's reallyreally bad.
I would be happy working at a goddamn bookstore and being all "Artsy", in my future years of rampant urban vagrancy, but.. no. Cashier for now. Haven't they replaced us with machines yet?
Damn those edible little bears.
Anyway. I think I'm slowly going insane. I'm consistantly here, but not talking to anyone really. Like.. I don't know. It's certainly making me draw more, for sheer lack of more interesting things to do...
I need more books.
Maybe I'm going through withdrawl. Maybe it's just that quitting was a mistake.
And I need to eat better. I guess. wtf. Here I am shoveling down mutinous Teddygrams... maybe I'll have a banana. My hair's going all 'thinned looking', according to mother dearest. Probably from the Chem Exam of Doom on wednesday. Freakin' me out, man.
I seriously hate my job. I know you're not supposed to blog that, or whatever.. but I do. It's bad. It's reallyreally bad.
I would be happy working at a goddamn bookstore and being all "Artsy", in my future years of rampant urban vagrancy, but.. no. Cashier for now. Haven't they replaced us with machines yet?