trickynicki

I must say at least something before I freak out (again) or break down (again). If there's really no reason for me to have your number, just say it, or more specifically, if you never plan on speaking to me if I use your number. I know it's cold and all the testicles out there have probably jumped back up inside you, but let's grow a pair, shall we?

Number 2, do not get into monetary issues with me. I hate discussing money, I hate disclosing just how broke I am, I hate having purchases questioned, and I hate monetary arguments. This part comes from a discussion with my television shopping addicted mother who obviously has tons of room to talk. And for fuck's sake, don't make fun of where I work. What kind of person does that? Yes, I work at 7-11 and I am not ashamed. Yes, once I start barbacking I will be working 3 jobs on top of school. Do not speak down to me. I may not have a glamorous life but I swallow my pride every fucking time a customer acts like a cunt to me and I am the best little retail worker in the campus area. I know the value of hard work and I know it won't always be like this, so don't be the high and mighty prick that assumes where I am going to end up or that I am of low class because I am doing what I need to do to get by.

Lastly, be respectful of the dead. Unless you know that they were a bastard coated bastard with bastard filling when they were alive, don't be rude. If you don't care about whatever person's death or events leading up to it, then don't fucking read or watch about it. Simple as that. "I can't be concerned when a famous person dies, I have real things going on in my life." And yet you are standing there talking about it anyways, you malicious, arrogant douchebag. I think most ppl just weren't raised right.