so i’m gonna just reblog pretty little pictures like grunge or some shit like a little pale tattooed hipster chick cause that’s what i feel in this moment.
i totally forgot to tell you guys that today’s my birthday!
yeah.. after that, i’m calling it quits.
that was enough for me.
do you ever just suddenly realize that we really don’t have a lot of time on this earth for all the things we wanna do and see and experience and feel and just get sad about it
i’m omw to work right now. it feels so nice out! ^_^
hit me up!
text me if you have my number. (or ask for it. i might say yes depending on who you are.)
send me an ask.
but no fanmail.
i have about an hour until work.
he gon be mad as hell when he finds out it’s me. lmfao
i’m soaking wet from doing two hours of dishes, i have a headache the size of an elephant, i’m annoyed beyond belief, exhausted beyond compare, stressed out to the max, and still didn’t get to finish everything i wanted to do tonight.
everything that’s weighing on me like this is starting to make me go numb again. i don’t want to be.
good morning tumblrverse. about to go take my morning work out, then shower, and go get my day of school and work started. blargh.
on a happier side note, happy 7 month to me and my baby, my love, and my schnookums, jimmy. i love you baby! ❤ and i hope between both you and me having school and work, and you having that test, that we can find time to see each other today. also, you’re a butt. :3
finally sat up, but now i need to find out what to wear.. about to ask the magic blue cheese how i should do things. lmfao insiderrrrrs.
i’m about to wear my oversized tan sweater with a cute patterned bottom. maybe my thigh high boots. but it’s always cold in the mornings then it gets hot as hell! i can’t work under these conditions! -_____-
have class at 11, haven’t gotten out of bed yet. ugh. i’m about to though.
but the people in my new group of friends started getting real new with a couple of us yesterday, specifically that “breath smelling like tartar sauce” broke face girl ashley who i was cool with until she decides she had jokes for days on me yesterday.
so i’m coming in with mickey d’s, my waterbug shades, and my woosa. i will not pick back up negative energy. i shan’t.
so at my job (we’ll call it fatty patty’s so i don’t get in trouble in case my job finds this, lol).
this fat jawn that i’m not too fond of (we’ll call her FrontButt, cause she got a donkey up there but nothing in the back) stay trying to get me to be busy at all times at work. i do my job, well and consistently, but every once in awhile, i’ll lounge. as long as i got nothing big to do, my boss (we’ll call him Q-Ball, cause his head is obnoxiously round) doesn’t care.
so FrontButt keeps egging me in front of Q-Ball, telling me to do the dishes while she scrubs the front, and that she’d come back and help
me when she finished. mind you, i had just gotten off the dishes after doing them for two freakin’ hours just thirty minutes prior. i already did my slave work for the day. i wasn’t tryna go back and do more. but, i knew Q-Ball was gonna take her side over mine, so i just went back and did ‘em, especially since she gave her word that she would help.
this fat heffa not only left the floor not scrubbed (it has to be scrubbed, or food stays stuck to the floor. she only mopped.), she did not come back and help me. i finished the last of the dishes when Q-Ball came back to check on me, and told me i could clock out and someone else could put the dishes up tomorrow morning (since i was doing dishes until past closing time). i go to clock out, and this hoe routed! did not say a single word to me about finishing up, not saying bye, at least coming to look and see if i was anywhere near done. nothing. nada.
like, word hoe? good look. i got you next time. don’t ask me for not a damn thing. as many times that i stayed behind to make sure she wasn’t left with nothing cause i believe that whole “team work makes the dream work” crap. and you go and pull that? nah, boo boo. i’m teaming with myself now. don’t ask me for no food, no help, to hold the door for yo fat front. none of it. i will have none of it.