Jul 28, 2006 16:16
myspace can eat a bag of dicks. why does it never work? stupid fucking shit. i wanted to e-stalk people.
my job can also eat a bag of dicks. i have to drive all the way to the motherfucking store all the way across town because apparently, i am the only one out of everybody i work with (besides jessie) who knows how to close the register. this includes the store manager. if that seems retarded, well, that's because it is. i haven't had a full day off (besides sundays) for like thirty seven years. i'm gonna get a job at target and go back to school. no, really, i am.
and my day off was double ruined because they called me at nine fucking fifteen to tell me to come in. she knows i have had trouble sleeping lately. why did she call me so early? mean.
in an attempt to fall back asleep, i watched bride of chucky and bloodsucking freaks. i finally dozed off during bloodsucking freaks but woke up in time to see one of the slave girls eating somebody's weiner.
so then i decided i needed to make some spaghetti and watch revenge of the nerds.
craig's coffee smells really fantastic.
i'm really broke and lonely. i'm not going to work until one tomorrow. who's hanging out with me tonight? come on, i'll let you go to second!