Another cog in the murder machine
On my way home, at the intersection, I saw a guy bum a cigarrette off of the guy in the car next to his. The bumer rolled down his window while the bumee tossed a cigarette into the window of the bumer. It was odd.
Missy and I are going to drink beer and look at secretarial jobs on the web tonight. My heart is starting to give me problems again, and for a 24 year old barely smoker, that's pretty fucking bad.
I hate people, I hate running into people, I hate having to hide from asshole exboyfriends who decide to bring their girlfriends in, and I hate having to do everyone elses job 10 hours a day with a half an hour break. I know what I signed up for, I just hate it.
I can't lose anymore weight from stress.
Missy and I are going to drink beer and look at secretarial jobs on the web tonight. My heart is starting to give me problems again, and for a 24 year old barely smoker, that's pretty fucking bad.
I hate people, I hate running into people, I hate having to hide from asshole exboyfriends who decide to bring their girlfriends in, and I hate having to do everyone elses job 10 hours a day with a half an hour break. I know what I signed up for, I just hate it.
I can't lose anymore weight from stress.