FUCK!
I AM SO FUCKING PISSED OFF AT MY WORK - WHO(ok, i won't make you read all my CAPS....though i'm truly feeling them)after i saved their asses a number of times by coming in early/staying late...can't give me time off to get my FUCKING Grad photos taken! WHAT THE FUCK! AND i ask them if i could please not work before 12 on sundays - i have church. They won't honour it. They ALWAYS put me before FUCKING 12!!!!!! I'm not sure....but i am seriously contemplating quitting. That is, if Jason weren't there (who is my newest crush and i don't care who the FUCK knows...Psychobitch can know for all I care) and now i have a shitload of hw to do, not to mention that writing contest that my teachers are making me enter...and i don't think i can escape everybody. I'm thinking about going to sit in Tim Hos and work on my Ravensbruk story just so I can get some peace of mind. THEN at nine I will come home and probably spend two hours working on my math sheet which is due tomorrow, and then go to sleep. I will wake up and FAIL my FUCKING math test and you know what? Right now i just don't care. I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY!
Yesterday I got to work to meet this REALLY perky new girl (not to mention that the uniform flatters her really quite well) who we will call
Candy. I had developed this extraordinarily small crush on a guy at work (not jason)...and as he left asked her for her phone #. So i got over that crush lickity-split. On the other hand....she's not as pretty as I'd originally thought. And the guy IS a dumbass who nobody really likes. Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck. I am SO FUCKING PISSED OFF.
Kora/lia...ask about work on Sat...I've 1 000 000 stories to tell you...and tomorrow I'm sure I'll be happier to tell them. But they are little things that I don't want to tell with people who i know reading this.
Anyways. I'm done now. Let's hope tomorrow is FUCKING BETTER. But it won't be. Beause I've got IT. and MATH. And LIT where i have to sit near stone-cold bitchy Mcbitch. Mm. Maybe I'll go for McDonalds. who cares.
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