bastard.

[starrylies]

I'm going to start off with what just happened because it's unsettling and more than a little unnerving. I call up at work (we were let out early because of no business & the rain...we are part of a park afterall) because my dad was supposed to be up there doing something and Luke picks up. So I ask if my dad is there because I'm trying to find out when he's going to get Aunt Yvonnie's birthday present because I still haven't gotten her anything and I don't feel like going back out. It's raining...people on the roads are nuts. And he's like no. Then he asks me if I got this $5 tip and I told him yeah, because I had. I remembered taking $2.50 out each for me and Cory since I don't really do anything except be the window person. And then he brings up that the cash drawer (my responsiblity) was $20 short. Of course I'm dumbfounded because we only had like 3 orders today and I remember giving each of them little change. So immediately I'm worried because it's my head that's on the chopping block. And I tell him that I didn't take it, but I'll be happy to replace it because I really do not want to be fired. And he's like no, he didn't think it was me. He wasn't accusing anyone, there was just only one other person in the building. And he's usually in my room because we're always talking and he watches my window when I have to go to the bathroom...so eh. He's borrowed money from the building before, and yeah. It's not good. I don't want to think that he did it because we're such good friends-- but then again...part of me is like, $20 doesn't just get up and walk away. What makes me angrier is the fact that I'm responsible for that drawer and he knows it. And you would THINK that he'd respect it more because of that, but its becoming crystal clear that no one seems to give a shit about protecting each other up there. Ugh...just think Melissa, summer job, summer job. Aside from that, today was alright. I was biting the blues earlier, but its not something that I feel like talking about, period. The day just really gets better and better, doesn't it? I found out that Monday and Tuesday I have to be over at William Fleming at 5:30 AM and do the coffee breaks over there. Thank God I'm not at the Higher Ed Center, even though people that I like are working over there because they've got to have a coffee/snack break for like 200 people. We really don't have enough people to be doing this, but I guess we just all got to suck it up. I get next Friday & Saturday off, so I'm not complaining.


Pure luck boy
That's what you need
A million different people
A million things to see
You look for her
But it's a losing case
Because in your heart
She can't be replaced
Fix the things she damaged
Fill in the hole she left
Secure your soul
Replace what she theft
You wish
She would have destroyed you
It would have been so much better
Than how she left you

Icarus had
Only one lesson to learn.
Man made wings
Will always burn.

Lacquered walls
Contain a heart
Broke too many times
Blocking out
All the pain
That love has brought
She is
What he needs
And is the carrier
Of hurt
That he fears
He just can't win
He adores
What destroys him
It is so poetic

8 petals of he loves me nots
Are ripped from their home
Such a sad price to pay
To only reveal, that you'll be alone

Guest check
Waitress at the bar
6 more minutes
And she'll be in her car
Windows down
Stars are drowning
Her motor's running
Hendrix is pounding
No traffic
The lights are burning green
Dawn is on the horizon
And the world is waking from a dream