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Rain needs to Fuk-OV!!!!! I hate it! So, I made another "A" for the week in massage class. Whoop-eee. This teacher actually has a soul and did not count it against me that I was absent on Thursday. She probably thought I had already left to go home, when in all actuality I was passed out after drinking 3 beers, popping 4 sleeping pills, and some Niquil. My treatment plan for the flu. I'm still all congested and gross though. Flu, fuk-ov!
I hung up on my mom. I hate it when I try to confide something in someone and they just aren't paying attention or seem like they don't give a fuck. This is why I am usually quiet and keep my damn 2 cents to myself. My experience in life, no one really gives a fuck what Rachel thinks.
I think I am in a bad mood. I should have just come home and took a nap like I have been doing for the past couple of days. I have to go to work. Work is shitty lately. Slow business, slim tips, and almost everyone freaks out about stupid little things and gets their damn panties (or boxers) in a wad, and it pisses me off. Chill the fuck out! This is Steak 'n Shake. We're serving hamburgers not preparing to launch the damn space shuttle! No BIG deal.
This is about all that is going on for now. No excitement. No changes. My dad is still dying, I'm still surviving. Looking forward to the weekend. Maybe even Friday if Howard gets to come up.
September. 7 days into it. Not much better than August.
I hung up on my mom. I hate it when I try to confide something in someone and they just aren't paying attention or seem like they don't give a fuck. This is why I am usually quiet and keep my damn 2 cents to myself. My experience in life, no one really gives a fuck what Rachel thinks.
I think I am in a bad mood. I should have just come home and took a nap like I have been doing for the past couple of days. I have to go to work. Work is shitty lately. Slow business, slim tips, and almost everyone freaks out about stupid little things and gets their damn panties (or boxers) in a wad, and it pisses me off. Chill the fuck out! This is Steak 'n Shake. We're serving hamburgers not preparing to launch the damn space shuttle! No BIG deal.
This is about all that is going on for now. No excitement. No changes. My dad is still dying, I'm still surviving. Looking forward to the weekend. Maybe even Friday if Howard gets to come up.
September. 7 days into it. Not much better than August.