sma'am
I've been working a lot. But more than that, I've been TALKING about and thinking about and STRESSING about working so much. It's weird. I've worked 33 hours so far and I've got a doubley tomorrow, but I was scheduled for about 55 hrs this week. I feel bad for being a whiney betch. And I've totally been. But I don't know, I just can't take it. And knowing I'm leaving makes it that much harder. And yet, that much more needed. The money, anyway. And of course, the great irony is that I've been working so many hours but not making tons of money. Awesome. That's the way it rumbles, though. I guess.
Anyway, I need to shut the hell up and just go to fing work and make some freaking money. Just do it, Mariah.
Mike's in town. I'm way excited about that. I hope we get some serious quality good times in.
I just really don't want to stress about money in general, really. That's what a large part of this comes down to. I'll be okay. Life will take care of me, it always does. Above and beyond. Alright, I should go to sleep.
Anyway, I need to shut the hell up and just go to fing work and make some freaking money. Just do it, Mariah.
Mike's in town. I'm way excited about that. I hope we get some serious quality good times in.
I just really don't want to stress about money in general, really. That's what a large part of this comes down to. I'll be okay. Life will take care of me, it always does. Above and beyond. Alright, I should go to sleep.