At work today, I got so bored that I made one of those paper fortune teller things and wrote a whole bunch of things I'd like to say to customers in it. I wasn't, generally speaking, in the best mood. So number one said fuck you and number two was shove it up your ass... etc. Before I left I tried to switch a shift with Erin, but I found out that not only have they hidden the staff phone numbers on us, they've also made it a rule that you have to go through Roger to trade a frickin' shift. Like WTF! Who the hell cares if it's me or Erin there, as long as someone's there. Honestly, I'd like to at least attempt to have a life outside of work.

      To the boy that likes me: You know I've cheated on every single boyfriend I've ever had, except for one. What makes you think you'd be any differant? I am not a good person. Do not get involved with me. I will only fuck up your life more than you care to imagine. You don't wanna know how much I've managed to hurt people that love me like that.
music. the clincher - chevelle