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its almost 3pm, and i just woke up. every day im waking up just slightly later than the last day... its great, i dont really have anywhere to be. last night, like the night before, and the night before that, i just stared at my phone, hoping that it would ring, knowing that it wouldnt. its weird because i want it to, but i know that i wouldnt be for the best, so i just ly there pressing random buttons, playing music, and really bad games until i fall asleep. its not healthy. after i make hopefully at least 400 dollars tonight, I'm getting myself a used supernintendo, and a super gameboy. yesterday g was saying that he needed a tv because otherwise he would go out and spend money... yup, i need a supernintendo.
blah, i need to check to see if the buses run tonight/tomorrow morning. last wednesday i went fucking crazy at work. my first day too! it was a corporate party and every person had 'tickets' for their drinks, meaning, i made no fucking tips. well i made a little over 80, but considering that i sold over a grand in alcohol, thats fucking shitty. anyway, i missed the last subway, yet stood there for 20 minutes with 20 other people like morrons. then i stood on bloor for 15 minutes and waited for the bus (oh and i forgot to get a transfer from the fucking subway so i had to pay again). thank god for 24 hour buses. i wonder why their so packed late at night... this huge mentally challenged, yet very kind black man kept talking to me, and the whole time i was thinking, "woman! this is downtown, where the fuck are your headphones!" he's apparently some sort of journalist who reads his work at local starbucks and second cups. i wonder if he sits on milk crates and reads them outside... anyway, i finally made it to islington where this other man got off as well. i knew that he wasnt following me but i was walking pretty damn fast to my car... it was 3 in the morning! i finally got home 15 minutes later and drove darya to sheridan mall to return movies.
blah, i need to dress up for work. g says its my time for a tie-belt. ya.. not so much.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginnning's end...
my end was last wednesday, my beginning starts in 8.5 hrs.
blah, i need to check to see if the buses run tonight/tomorrow morning. last wednesday i went fucking crazy at work. my first day too! it was a corporate party and every person had 'tickets' for their drinks, meaning, i made no fucking tips. well i made a little over 80, but considering that i sold over a grand in alcohol, thats fucking shitty. anyway, i missed the last subway, yet stood there for 20 minutes with 20 other people like morrons. then i stood on bloor for 15 minutes and waited for the bus (oh and i forgot to get a transfer from the fucking subway so i had to pay again). thank god for 24 hour buses. i wonder why their so packed late at night... this huge mentally challenged, yet very kind black man kept talking to me, and the whole time i was thinking, "woman! this is downtown, where the fuck are your headphones!" he's apparently some sort of journalist who reads his work at local starbucks and second cups. i wonder if he sits on milk crates and reads them outside... anyway, i finally made it to islington where this other man got off as well. i knew that he wasnt following me but i was walking pretty damn fast to my car... it was 3 in the morning! i finally got home 15 minutes later and drove darya to sheridan mall to return movies.
blah, i need to dress up for work. g says its my time for a tie-belt. ya.. not so much.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginnning's end...
my end was last wednesday, my beginning starts in 8.5 hrs.