hmm
even though it's only been a couple days, it feels like i haven't written in a while. i feel forced to write something. so much has happened that i don't want to let out. maybe because i feel like knocking on wood wouldn't save life's better aspects if i let out the secrets, maybe because i don't want people to know things. whatever the reason, i'll tell you that life is quite alright at the moment. luck is coming your way, it said. i can't tell if this was it or if i have yet to wait.
so instead of risking my jinxed side, i'll vent about work. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU great america. fuck brandon, who happens to be the absolute WORST supervisor in the world. fuck points, because i'm three away from YES, termination. fuck the guests, they always cause wonderful amounts of shit for us to deal with, assholes. i can't get over how fucking mad i am about brandon, that shitheaded cocky bastard. for one, he had the nerve to cuss in my face because i initialed "washed windows" before i actually did it. well FUCK YOU!!! what does the order matter as long as you get things done! fuck you for rolling your eyes at me whenever i "did something wrong", which really was you getting in my face and on my nerves because you could. fuck you for signing me out 22 FUCKING MINUTES LATE while my mom had to wait in the god damn parking lot because you're too fucking stupid to let my crew off at the RIGHT FUCKING TIME!!! fuck you for giving me my lunch on monday 8 GOD DAMN MINUTES BEFORE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OFF, and then letting me off half an hour late.
holy shit, i'm going to get your black ass FIRED bitch.
so instead of risking my jinxed side, i'll vent about work. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU great america. fuck brandon, who happens to be the absolute WORST supervisor in the world. fuck points, because i'm three away from YES, termination. fuck the guests, they always cause wonderful amounts of shit for us to deal with, assholes. i can't get over how fucking mad i am about brandon, that shitheaded cocky bastard. for one, he had the nerve to cuss in my face because i initialed "washed windows" before i actually did it. well FUCK YOU!!! what does the order matter as long as you get things done! fuck you for rolling your eyes at me whenever i "did something wrong", which really was you getting in my face and on my nerves because you could. fuck you for signing me out 22 FUCKING MINUTES LATE while my mom had to wait in the god damn parking lot because you're too fucking stupid to let my crew off at the RIGHT FUCKING TIME!!! fuck you for giving me my lunch on monday 8 GOD DAMN MINUTES BEFORE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OFF, and then letting me off half an hour late.
holy shit, i'm going to get your black ass FIRED bitch.