ASIDE FROM HAVING A HUGE MOTHER OF AN ARTBLOCK, I hate random creepos that you pass on the sidewalk. After spending the day out with uranian, alecca and weirdall15 me and the last homo in that list were walking back to his house, and these crack heads decided to 1)cover the whole fucking sidewalk, and 2)hit on me like the big lamos they are. The one guy looked like he was an ork from LoTR, haha.

Anyways, my job is finito, AMEN. The only thing i will miss is the pay every week .

I'm such a moron, and i fall prey to assholes all the time who use my kindness against me. You may be asking 'what kindness?'. Granted, I AM a bitch....HOWEVER, I'm generally a nice person unless you make me hate you. So when a friend who kind of, shall we say 'stole-my-video-games-then-moved-far-far-away-and-THEN-decided-
to-not-speak-to-me-anymore' came online and asked me how i was, and how I've been, why oh WHY did i not virtually kick him in the nuts? I didn't even ask about my game, for christ's sake! UGHWERBGKJS, ALL I COULD DO WAS SAY HOW I MISSED HIM AND HOW WAS HE DOING AND BULLSHIT STUFF. Next time, Next time, i WILL ask him to SOMEHOW return me my shit.

Yeah right.