Sometimes I have expensive taste.

So...I believe myself to be a good woman...BUT I don't think anyone ever gets to see that. Okay so at the moment I might be having financial difficulties and I don't have a stable job and I don't have a place of my own or a car, but I have a lot of other redeeming qualities that I believe outweigh those other things. But really it doesn't even matter to discuss such things because one can't see past the above. I'd walk to the ends of the earth for that one. So get the fuck out of my face with that complaining about good men always get the short end of the stick because a woman decides to pick the other guy. I can't even get my foot in the damn door.

*deep breath*

"Right now, there are two things in my life that need to be done: me and my laundry. I want to marry a man who can do both." -Ophira Edut

EXACTLY

Apparently I suck at this dating thing and that one of the things you're not supposed to say to someone who is trying to holla at you that you haven't seen in a year is that the look like they've gained weight. Apparently men are sensitive about that kind of stuff too...more so than women.

I don't know. Maybe they shouldn't let me talk to people. I'd probably get into less trouble and people might think I'm less of an asshole.

I heart this wallet:

If anyone would like for me to have this wallet, please feel free to make a donation or just buy it for me. Pleaseandthankyou.

Sometimes I have expensive taste.

Construction worker doing remodel on our store = pretty hot for a white boy.

Our DM coming in on Thursday the day I also have my interview = not cool at all. I hope she comes early, like when the store opens and I'm leaving to go to my interview. MUST.GET.NEW.JOB.

I feel like I'm losing my drive. I need something good to happen...and soon.

The cutesy cherry bra doesn't fit properly. The damn seams make it look like I have an extra growth on my boob. Effin' sucks. Fuckity, fuck, fuck fuck.

I'm craving a big juicy cheeseburger.

Slippery Ice: 2

Melissa: 0

Really I'd crochet these hats and scarves for free because I like doing nice things for people. But really I need the money and it IS time that I could be doing other things.

I need a manager or something.

What the fuck did I just sit in? First my pants get ripped, then I sit in something wet and I have to walk around outside in the cold and lastly the ATM has no cash in it. Fuckers.

So much for discrete. I wonder who else he told.

*deep heavy sigh*