o.1.4. -- fuck the grocery store, I'm fine with 7/11
God, I'm so fucking done with this shit.
Probably doesn't help that I'm suffering from malnutrition, knowing what's not in the fridge. This is why I hate not living in a dorm, you don't have pre-cooked foods. You lucky bitches, just dragging your asses across to the dining hall while I waste away just dragging myself to a class.
I fucking HATE grocery stores. I attempted to go get food, since I normally don't, but some kid started crying after I went into the candy isle and some bitch couldn't find fifty more bars of Dove, and then I couldn't figure out what else to buy once I got the chocolate so I bought a pack of cigs and waited in line, where a fucking old lady was holding it up by writing a CHECK, A FUCKING CHECK. And she had the bent-up fingers and was old and shrinking or something, and I really wanted to shoot her.
And the asshole at u-scan said I had too many chocolate bars to go into that lane.
Well, you know what, SaveMart, GO DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE.
Fridge is definitely empty. And Emergency Chocolate has been gone for two weeks ago, milk spoiled last month probably, and...
We have saltines. I've been eating them with the chocolate syrup. It's definitely...
It fucking sucks, though. I'm down to, like, 102 lbs and my pants are falling, and I don't need my pants falling off if I'm not getting ready for some nice fucking. And, well, I'm not fucking anyone right now so it's really damn sad.
Wish I could sew my law textbook for this. I have absolutely no idea how I did on my exam but I think I died. Twice.
Instead, I'll just beat up one of my coworkers with the Chucky doll. She hates the thing. IF YOU HATE CHUCKY, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WORK AT SPENCERS?
Probably doesn't help that I'm suffering from malnutrition, knowing what's not in the fridge. This is why I hate not living in a dorm, you don't have pre-cooked foods. You lucky bitches, just dragging your asses across to the dining hall while I waste away just dragging myself to a class.
I fucking HATE grocery stores. I attempted to go get food, since I normally don't, but some kid started crying after I went into the candy isle and some bitch couldn't find fifty more bars of Dove, and then I couldn't figure out what else to buy once I got the chocolate so I bought a pack of cigs and waited in line, where a fucking old lady was holding it up by writing a CHECK, A FUCKING CHECK. And she had the bent-up fingers and was old and shrinking or something, and I really wanted to shoot her.
And the asshole at u-scan said I had too many chocolate bars to go into that lane.
Well, you know what, SaveMart, GO DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE.
Fridge is definitely empty. And Emergency Chocolate has been gone for two weeks ago, milk spoiled last month probably, and...
We have saltines. I've been eating them with the chocolate syrup. It's definitely...
It fucking sucks, though. I'm down to, like, 102 lbs and my pants are falling, and I don't need my pants falling off if I'm not getting ready for some nice fucking. And, well, I'm not fucking anyone right now so it's really damn sad.
Wish I could sew my law textbook for this. I have absolutely no idea how I did on my exam but I think I died. Twice.
Instead, I'll just beat up one of my coworkers with the Chucky doll. She hates the thing. IF YOU HATE CHUCKY, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WORK AT SPENCERS?