I love freight days. I can wear my sneakers, listen to my iPod, be productive and I'm not bothered by needy customers. If they'd let me, all I would do is work freight. It's the antisocial in me.
Being stuck between sizes suck. One size too big and the other a tad too tight, why is it sizes are every other number again???
Two hundred dollar leather jacket in my size marked down to forty??? That's mine.
I realize now why I like those pants and bermuda shorts so much...I got an effin' pair of crops in my closet with damn near the same pattern.
TheStudent says some of the most insightful things during our conversations.
I saw the cutest shoes today. Brown plaid with light skull and crossbones. I think I have to have them. But I don't need them of course.
Hormones are still not quite in check...but we're gettin' there.
"...we have to take our clothes off...we have to party all night...and we have to take our clothes off...to have a good time...oh no..."
No more sweet tea for me today.
I tried and fell almost a month ago yet my knee is still tender to the touchsometimes. I need a new body.
"...who could love you...the way I do...now I just want you to know...how I'm touched deep in my soul...just being with you...and I need you more each day...baby if you're still awake...call me when you get this..."
My nose has been raped by the stench of cigarette smoke. Blech.
I *heart* bagels and cream cheese. I've got the worst craving for all things bread.
Anxiety...can't breath...where is this coming from?
I love that when I come home it's not dark dark out anymore. I'm loving theselonger days.
My eyes are so very sensitive to the sun. It sucks. I need to get LASIK so I can wear sunglasses or by prescription sunglasses. But then having to carry around two pairs of glasses would suck. I know I could get transistion lenses, but those suck too, I've had those. LASIK it is. Now I just gotta get someone to pay for it.
I dropped a strawberry down my shirt and almost couldn't find it. All sorts of ish could really get lost down in there.
I want girl scout cookies. Gimme, gimme, gimme.
I *heart* chocolate milk.
When someo utters "I love you" even when not in a romantic way it makes me quite uncomfortable.
My breasts effin' hurt. HURT!!!
Today did not start out well. First I forgot to set my alarm so I was a bit rushed. I had enough time to get ready, but I prefer to take my time. Then of course on my way to the bus stop I slipped on some ice and fell leaving my newly cleaned and ironed pants nice and wet and a little dirty. I appear not to have really injured myself, but who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Work went by fast today. I like days like that...although I was quite annoyed the phone kept ringing.
I dressed nekkid babes...they looked okay. Skinny heffers, why can't we get maniquins that are plus size.
The sales associate at Journey's...he's hot. I'd take him home with me. I was being an ass though, he was trying to make some small talk, while his coworker finished helping me and I was being a little short. I might have to go back and look at more shoes, see what they got...shoes...a great excuse to check him out some more. Heck maybe I'll get up enough nerve to ask him out or something.
*rolls on floor laughing*
That's pretty dang funny.
Ugh, it feels like someone punched me in the butt. Dang the stupid ice that made me fall.
*shakes fist in anger*
My jackets smells like food or something, yuck.
I have the day off today...let's make it a productive one.
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