1-still waitressing at the awful waffle. still working more than i'm getting paid... i understand that some people can't afford to tip well... but a heads up... most servers get 2.13 an hour... and if you pay for a 10 dollar meal with a 20, you can afford a three or four dollar tip.
2-still single, still loving it. Had a sort... Read More
ahhh, the joy of minimum wage jobs.
11 hours a night.
6 nights a week.
servin up waffles for nickles and dimes.
i hate the hours
the exhaustion
the lack of appreciation
the drunks
the management
I hate that I will be working a 22 hour split shift on Thanksgiving AND Christmas...
but i fucking love that my job will never be outsourced
i love... Read More
exes.
so many things.
room mates...
adventurous lovers...
vertigo...
fantasia...
a fat joint...
giggling over individually wrapped bagelwiches...
puking out more than i had in my stomach...
drooling naps...
coffee filled hours at wafflehouse...
simple conversations over the internet with strangers i'll never see face to face...
oh how the simple things can make up for the complicated.
you're something like a stone, justin.
dragging me under till i'm drowning in you.
in the love i have had for you for so long
drowning in the pain you instill in me when you rip my heart out of my chest over and over again
drowning in the tears i cry every time you walk all over me.
well not this time.
this time,... Read More
---please don't come back in to my life.
---please don't stir everything i've worked so hard to get past back up.
---please don't make me love you again.
---please don't call me baby.
---please don't tell me i'm beautiful.
---please don't tell me you need me.
---please don't touch me.
---please don't look in my eyes.
---please don't kiss me.
---please don't leave me again.... Read More
..............i know not this motorhead that you speak of.... however... i got new fuzzy slippers that look like little black doggies... and i named one seven and the other stitches. seven rocks out on my left foot...
yeah, i put my left foot in, take my left foot out... put my left foot in... and then its sharp little fangs tear some stupid bitches face up. RAWR.
I've never heard anyone else use the Billy Madison line besides me. I say that shit all the time! Most of the time it's just the t-t-t-tday. I haven't heard from you in a while. I guess you've been busy, Iv'e been busy!
121 Things You Probably Could Have Figured Out On Your Own
1. I am dehydrated 90% of the time.
2. I need a lot of attention. I find it pathetic.
3. I am an art whore. All kinds. Namely poetry, photography, drawing, music, body mods, all of it.
4. I am in fact an alcoholic. I am not however trying to recover at the present... Read More
so i met this boy
on myspace
and he was great
and then i met him last night
in real life
and he was wonderful
and now i'm paranoid that he's never gonna speak to me again.
the inside of my throat looks like its going to explode
no good
no kissing
no solid food
no... fun
no work
no money
i hate my life some days
on another note...
i've met alot of great new people lately
and a couple people that i'm still trying to figure out if they are great or not
hopefully they'll come out... Read More