Ra ra Ress! Kick'em in the....

Other knee! Yaaaaaaaay!

Okay, i dont work until four today so I figured I had enough time to like...tell everyone what the FUCK is going on >_<;;

Okay, first. I have like, a billion jobs. I'm a full time cashier at piggly wiggly, part time cashier at Food Lion (I'm lucky, I get the rare privledge of working for both competetors. Rah.) And I'm a full time third shift waitress at the waffle house. I live on diet pills, no doze and diet soda. I breathe nicotine. I have bills I can't pay, and I can't get a GED because they wanna charge me sixty fucking dollars.

I attract men like flies here. I can't get rid of them!!! One rule gentlemen, DO NOT HIT ON ME WHILE WEARING A PINK SHIRT. I don't care if its the "thing" of the moment, its fucking stupid and it looks ridiculous and if you hit on me with a pink shirt on and you're coming through my line with a FOOD STAMP CARD, I dont want you. Being "Ghetto Fabulous" is stupid. Why look rich and then live off the government, you lazy fat arsed bastard!? O_O;;;

Oh, and I have made a new discovery. Slash+Tequila=fight
Never ever party with your friend and your friends step mom and dad. You will end up getting hit on by said step mother, which in turn pisses off said dad, and said step mother will fly into a drunken rage and push you, which means 6 people will be holding you down so you don't kill the woman. >_> Bad experience man. Bad bad experience.