the time has come for bitter things
so i'm back home, staying with my parents until january someteenth. i'm working with my sister at parisian at the mall. i work in the ladies department. it's ok, it's an easy job, although i am already getting sick of ladies all the time.
"does this match with this"
"what do you call this color"
"what could i wear with this"
god i don't care. people are weird. i can tell these ladies anything and they'd believe me.
"yes that lime green blouse goes great with your bright red hair. it looks nice." you know where i shop at primarily? thrift stores. a great deal is paying a whole dollar for something. these people are insane.
but anyways.
so i've been crazy busy. i haven't had a day off since i started, but i don't have to work tomorrow so yayyy that's good. and chris will come back tuesday i hope so yayyyyy i'm so excited (it's been a whole week now without him).
my fingers are fucking cold in here. i'm gonna play with the rats and watch movies and get drunk off of cough syrup and irish cream licquor. mmmmmmm.
"does this match with this"
"what do you call this color"
"what could i wear with this"
god i don't care. people are weird. i can tell these ladies anything and they'd believe me.
"yes that lime green blouse goes great with your bright red hair. it looks nice." you know where i shop at primarily? thrift stores. a great deal is paying a whole dollar for something. these people are insane.
but anyways.
so i've been crazy busy. i haven't had a day off since i started, but i don't have to work tomorrow so yayyy that's good. and chris will come back tuesday i hope so yayyyyy i'm so excited (it's been a whole week now without him).
my fingers are fucking cold in here. i'm gonna play with the rats and watch movies and get drunk off of cough syrup and irish cream licquor. mmmmmmm.