we eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast
You're not really laughing until you're laughing so hard that you think you might die because you can't take a proper breath of air through the hysteria.
But that kind of thing only happens on drugs, doesn't it.
Whatever. I've turned 19, which is insane even though it really isn't because hey, birthdays happen at the same time every year so they don't exactly catch you off guard.
But hooray for legal cigarettes and alcohol (should I now change my username?) and being able to go to the good shows, because most of those are 19+.
I'm getting a credit card soon because I'm sick of borrowing my mom's every time I want to buy something online. I'm also sick of how long it takes SmartPunk to ship my shit to me. And I'm also sick of constantly smiling at people every time I make eye contact with them. Working customer service sucks, because then you get into the habit and people give you weird looks on the street when you dazzle them with your teeth just for making eye contact.
At least I get Friday and Saturday evening off again. The girl who does our schedules must love me for no apparent reason.
Lastly, why the shit am I up at 3am and why am I listening to this song?
But that kind of thing only happens on drugs, doesn't it.
Whatever. I've turned 19, which is insane even though it really isn't because hey, birthdays happen at the same time every year so they don't exactly catch you off guard.
But hooray for legal cigarettes and alcohol (should I now change my username?) and being able to go to the good shows, because most of those are 19+.
I'm getting a credit card soon because I'm sick of borrowing my mom's every time I want to buy something online. I'm also sick of how long it takes SmartPunk to ship my shit to me. And I'm also sick of constantly smiling at people every time I make eye contact with them. Working customer service sucks, because then you get into the habit and people give you weird looks on the street when you dazzle them with your teeth just for making eye contact.
At least I get Friday and Saturday evening off again. The girl who does our schedules must love me for no apparent reason.
Lastly, why the shit am I up at 3am and why am I listening to this song?