I'm fucking exhausted and its a deep exhaustion all the way to my damn
I forgot on Sunday...they told me I get a wonderful bonus...how much is
it? 150.00. Yay! Right? No? Ok.. I'm not complaining because I could
get nada and Xmas is coming but dayum...I'm worth more..feeling
Last night went to my friends's going away party. She's loved by
I might make this dude my gay son. Little scared cuz I don't have it all
together myself...but I think I'd be good. Who knows?
Back to my new hobby...Exhaustion...
Can't get more than 4hrs a nite add that to 12hr days...u get why its
perfect for me....
THE SAGA CONTINUES.....
Written about 10 hrs later below:
Just got paid..Friday nite...u know that beat:
Why in the hell do I need a goddamn drink so bad.
Now, I'm not a drinker by far....but...I need a lil mood stabilizer so
Hard hard hard hard week. Get one day off then back on the grizind.
So....I ask. My girlfriend to meet me for dessert at Cafeteria (feeling
very Sex and theCity) with our bad selves...when he declined...too
bad...needed thew sexy company...but I don't think I'm pretty enough to
be seen with him tonight.
Call up Twin#1..he accepts....but! He has to blow off BugleBoy to meet
me which he has no problem doing..but I do....after all....BB has had a
hard week too and I don't want to be another reason why his life sux...I
AM a bitch...but not that big of a bitch...needless to say...he's
picking me! Which says a lot for my company. At least I'd like to think
so....but that's kinda fucked up...hmmmm....do I care enough to decline
polite conversation and strawberry mojitos for.......doing nothing on a
ripe Friday night...the answer my friends is NEGATIVE!
TO BE CONTINUED....