"And the pill may change the world tomorrow but meanwhile, today..."
So i totally DETEST working at S.B., it's worse than having needles stuck into my face. I want to go work on a cruise ship and travel everywhere and meet awesome people. I want to go to New York and watch people and observe all of the hot fashion. I want to go to Europe and travel everywhere and sit in cafes and smoke fancy cigerettes and write stories about the interesting couples that I see walking by. I want to do everything yet i'm sitting in my basement all fiarred up on caffine thinking about how I don't want to go work at my Capitalist pig job tomorrow. I NEED TO GET OUTTA HEREEEEEEEE> hurr.
I feel really out of character, I like to think that i'm normally uplifting to be around but the last few days i've been bitchier than my gay co-workers at CM. Tomorrow I will hug at least four people and tell them that they are neat (I already have decided who they will be). I think new shoes will remedy the crabbiness as well, i saw AWESOME hot pink shoes downtown the other day, I think I deserve them. I also remembered that I ordered two new shirts that'll be arriving in from Boston very soon!! sha swing....
Tomorrow i'm going to Jill's cottage for two days and i'm going to get drunk. Anyone who wants to drive in my car is welcome, we can listen to electro/hip hop/whatever suits yr fancy and I promise to be a curtious driver (mind you, I won't be drunk when i'm driving). I really want to go to a carnival while i'm there. I also want Jill to flip upsidedown so the carni's can catch a glimpse at her rack and gawk. That would make my life happy.
I did well in school: B+ in Film, B+ in Children's Lit, A in History and A in Religious Studies. You should tell me i'm smart and buy me things. I want my parents to give me permission to quit my new job. I'm pathetic, 20 years old and i'm scared my parents won't love me if I quit my job. oh Sarah....
Ok, i'm sleeping, i'm scheduled to work at hell at 10 a.m. fuck, i really hope noone from SB ends up reading this, then i would officially be an asshole.
Embarrassing things I did at work today: Broke a milk bag, had some red nail polish chip into someone's drink, sneezed in a drink, broke a cup, took someone's drink away when they wern't finished, had to kindly give the crusty guy who works across the hall the hint that I'm not interested in him, messed up 10 to 20 drinks, felt sorry for myself, ate Wendy's and got intense abdominal pain, felt like a tool, got the shakes from too much coffee.
night pretties.
So i totally DETEST working at S.B., it's worse than having needles stuck into my face. I want to go work on a cruise ship and travel everywhere and meet awesome people. I want to go to New York and watch people and observe all of the hot fashion. I want to go to Europe and travel everywhere and sit in cafes and smoke fancy cigerettes and write stories about the interesting couples that I see walking by. I want to do everything yet i'm sitting in my basement all fiarred up on caffine thinking about how I don't want to go work at my Capitalist pig job tomorrow. I NEED TO GET OUTTA HEREEEEEEEE> hurr.
I feel really out of character, I like to think that i'm normally uplifting to be around but the last few days i've been bitchier than my gay co-workers at CM. Tomorrow I will hug at least four people and tell them that they are neat (I already have decided who they will be). I think new shoes will remedy the crabbiness as well, i saw AWESOME hot pink shoes downtown the other day, I think I deserve them. I also remembered that I ordered two new shirts that'll be arriving in from Boston very soon!! sha swing....
Tomorrow i'm going to Jill's cottage for two days and i'm going to get drunk. Anyone who wants to drive in my car is welcome, we can listen to electro/hip hop/whatever suits yr fancy and I promise to be a curtious driver (mind you, I won't be drunk when i'm driving). I really want to go to a carnival while i'm there. I also want Jill to flip upsidedown so the carni's can catch a glimpse at her rack and gawk. That would make my life happy.
I did well in school: B+ in Film, B+ in Children's Lit, A in History and A in Religious Studies. You should tell me i'm smart and buy me things. I want my parents to give me permission to quit my new job. I'm pathetic, 20 years old and i'm scared my parents won't love me if I quit my job. oh Sarah....
Ok, i'm sleeping, i'm scheduled to work at hell at 10 a.m. fuck, i really hope noone from SB ends up reading this, then i would officially be an asshole.
Embarrassing things I did at work today: Broke a milk bag, had some red nail polish chip into someone's drink, sneezed in a drink, broke a cup, took someone's drink away when they wern't finished, had to kindly give the crusty guy who works across the hall the hint that I'm not interested in him, messed up 10 to 20 drinks, felt sorry for myself, ate Wendy's and got intense abdominal pain, felt like a tool, got the shakes from too much coffee.
night pretties.
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