If I'm so wonderful then why am I so misunderstood? Everybody has a reason for it except me.
Guess what? I had the best day at work. Why? Because this morning I found out that I will no longer have to do the billing (which is the gayest, lamest, most boring thing in the world) because they want to train me to be a chiropractors assistant. And I'll be getting a lot more hours and hopefully a raise. And it was my second effing day. Beautiful.
And Matt is gonna teach me to play the guitar, and I'm gonna starve myself and get super skinny and I'll look so hot playing it. Fuck.
I saw this guy that I went to highschool with at a bar the other night and he called me skinny. First time I've ever been called skinny. It's not true, but damn did it make me feel good.
I'm just so excited that I don't have to fuck with medical insurance billing anymore, don't have to think about it anymore, can start pretending that it doesn't exist, that I don't care about all the other shit that sucks in my life. Super great. Finally.
And Matt is gonna teach me to play the guitar, and I'm gonna starve myself and get super skinny and I'll look so hot playing it. Fuck.
I saw this guy that I went to highschool with at a bar the other night and he called me skinny. First time I've ever been called skinny. It's not true, but damn did it make me feel good.
I'm just so excited that I don't have to fuck with medical insurance billing anymore, don't have to think about it anymore, can start pretending that it doesn't exist, that I don't care about all the other shit that sucks in my life. Super great. Finally.