i work myself to death, to see if i still feel.
i start working the bookstore on the 3rd of january. the new year. minimum wage goes up. this time i vow not to spend all my income on bullshit and stuff. i need the actual money. like kinda bad. i think my cell phone bill is due tomorrow. i dont have the money to pay it. or my credit card bill. oh well, i'll figure something out, sell my soul or eggs or plasma or something.
went to a work end of term bullshit thing today. pretty much sucked, got free subway but then felt bad for eating cheese and drinking soda and eating cookies. 3 things that are on the no list. great. oh well, whatever, i eat veggies too, just not very much. blah. i give up on life. i'm never going to get better.
dashboard confessional lyrics were written on the board in the room we ate it.
"please don't send me signals that are mixed, cuz i can't read your rolling eyes"
took me a second to realize it was dc.
the computer lab is basically out of paper.
*shrug*
not my problem.
went to a work end of term bullshit thing today. pretty much sucked, got free subway but then felt bad for eating cheese and drinking soda and eating cookies. 3 things that are on the no list. great. oh well, whatever, i eat veggies too, just not very much. blah. i give up on life. i'm never going to get better.
dashboard confessional lyrics were written on the board in the room we ate it.
"please don't send me signals that are mixed, cuz i can't read your rolling eyes"
took me a second to realize it was dc.
the computer lab is basically out of paper.
*shrug*
not my problem.