say something about ... yourself!

I fucking hate email forwards from my mother. She believes everything the internet tells her and at least twice a week I get something about Johns Hopkins Cancer Cures or omg MISSING CHILD ALERT that can be debunked in half a second if you fucking google the goddamn story. Christ.

Oh, and I'm 26 next month. Christ.
 
this black guy asked me for my phone number (while i was on the phone with the credit company getting authorization for his card - moron), left when i didn't say anything, and then came back to ask me again. i shut him down in the bitchiest manner possible and feel some bad karma coming my way for it

had an awesome day, though. lindsay and i both had opening shifts so we got out around 3, went to the college to get respective school stuff done, went to this new coffee place hangout, then went to an antique store.

i don't work until 9 tomorrow so i have a few hours tonight to just chill out and read.
 
I'm awake right now doing Psychology coursework that is due in tommorow, it's past midnight and NOW I remember I also have History work to do -_-

If I didn't have to have gone to work I could have got all this bollocks done.
 
this black guy asked me for my phone number (while i was on the phone with the credit company getting authorization for his card - moron), left when i didn't say anything, and then came back to ask me again. i shut him down in the bitchiest manner possible and feel some bad karma coming my way for it

had an awesome day, though. lindsay and i both had opening shifts so we got out around 3, went to the college to get respective school stuff done, went to this new coffee place hangout, then went to an antique store.

i don't work until 9 tomorrow so i have a few hours tonight to just chill out and read.


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yo baby where dem digitz b?