turning 21...
with no flair or fireworks. my sister isn't taking me out now. says she doesn't have enough money and some lame ass excuse how the bars won't let me in with a profile id (in md if you're under 21, your picture is profile, if over 21, it's face on). EVEN THO AT MIDNIGHT I'D BE 21! all they'd have to do is look at the freakin birth date. so i don't believe her. i was looking forward to going out. that's what you're supposed to do at midnight on your 21st birthday. she's not taking me out til the weekend after (if she doesn't give me some other lame ass excuse). i'll have to find a liquour store in easton that is open at midnight (that's harder than it sounds). oh well, at least i'll still get presents for my birthday, right? and i plan on getting a second piercing in my ear (finally, right?). and now i get to make angel spend the night saturday so i can wake up with him on my birthday, which is good. i love angel. ugh. now to go look for a job. i had one yesterday, but i went on my lunch break and didn't go back (yeah, i know, i'm a coward). it was the suckiest job ever. working retail is HORRIBLE. i stood in the front room for 5 HOURS STRAIGHT "greeting cusstomers" oh i sucked. and my back was SO sore. and my shoulders hurt to even touch with my fingers. still kind of sore, after using the heating pad a couple times and taking a muscle relaxant. stupid bitches. (can you tell i'm not in a good mood??)