Feb 18, 2009 00:21
My day! was bullshit. Tomorrow, or should I say 5 hours from now is my last of my pills. I need three a day, and I'm missing one? Either my head knowing one's missing, or just having one missing isn't gonna complete my happy mood. And what the fuck am I going to do with out them? I see how things get addicting, I don't even remember what these shits are called but I'm going to miss them.
So I can't even make it to second period without hearing about someone who's been my "best friend" or at least one of them for over 4 or 5 years "talking shit" on me. Not only that but three people went out of their ways to fucking tell me. and to think people I haven't talked to in about 6 years are egging her on and agreeing with her? Does ANYONE even fucking know me? No. They don't. Because if they did, a friend I've held dear to me for months wouldn't go and hang out with the one fat bitch who irks me more than any other. The bitch who's too fucking cowardess to call me out by herself but has to have her fat bitch friend back her up. If she ever gets in my face, and for once doesn't look at the floor when she's by herself. God fucking help her. You hanging out with her doesn't make you any better of a person. And don't you dare blame my fucking license for you not seeing my face in the past month. As much as I like to have fun and lose myself, I don't need to smoke weed or be fucked up every time I'm with you to be happy. But that seems to be all you fucking suggest anymore, and if you text me or im me or call me one more time telling me how "fucked up" you are. I'm going to express to you how much I do not fucking CARE. Even if you are sitting right next to you, I don't care how "baked" or "good" you are. Okay thank you.
I went to Ashley's after school to fix Nicci's extensions, then went and got sushi with Tiff, that was probably the best parts of my day? Not too eventful but I enjoy the company of a few people who don't talk shit on me. I was going to see Hannah today but she had a lot of shit to deal with. Why are some of the least deserving people dealt the worst cards sometimes? The wooorlds may never know. Yeah yeaah. I got called into work at 7 figuring I'd be able to leave maybe at like 10. But no, here I am at 12. Fucking fuming, uncomfortable because I am NOT supposed to be in the heat of that place for more then like 10 minutes at a time or my skin will bake and fall off. I belong in the circus, really. For all I know I'll be losing my job tonight because of the fucking mystery shopper. She had two different orders on one receipt but argued with me OVER AND OVER again to get her TWO seperate checks. Then threatened me by saying "You really, really need to get this right, LIZ, or you'll be sorry". Oh? The ONE time I had somewhat of a temper, and the one time I don't treat a customer with the 100% respect they probably don't deserve. I want a real job, like at a clothing store or something. Nothing too glamorous about working in the fast food business, and uhh I'm not allowed to have nails or my nose ring in anymore or else I'll be fired? If that's the case then good fucking bye.
On the bright side
-my sushi today was orgasmic
-so were my hot wings;)
-and my hemp conditioner is working miracles