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i don't want to go to work. i hate it there and it destroys my energy and spirit for the whole freaking day.
i'm on four hours sleep (a little less cuz it took me a while to finally pass out at 3 FREAKING AM after having been awake the whole time from 1pm the 28th. i totally dissected the bedroom because i was tired of the grossness of it. i scrubbed the hell out of the floors and furnature that needed it, re-organized the closets, folded the mountains of laundry, went through all of mt clothes and weeded out the fatty clothes and clothes i just don't wear anymore. i figure hey, i've kept the weight off for over a year now so i think i'll be okay to get rid of all the size 10 - 18's i have laying around. a lot of it was really nice stuff from when i worked at the real estate firm. some poor single-mom secretary like my mum might stumble across it at goodwill and be exstatic to not have to drop an assload of cash on crap at department stores. at least that's how i'd like to see it go down. hopefully there a lot of poor, single-mom secretary types out there sized 10-18 that really dig pinstripes and buttondowns.
did i mention i'm DREADING work? i'm always afraid i'm going to get yelled at when i go to work. the manager and assistant manager take out their shitty home lives on us. i could have not worked for a week and i'll still get yelled at for shit that the shift the night before did. it's wonderful. then they get all pissed because nothing ever changes. HEY, HERE'S AN IDEA - YELL AT THE PEOPLE FUCKING OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
that's it, i have to paint my face on and drink my coffee. fuck the day shift. also, fucking closing new years eve for the second year in a row as well as new years day.
and fuck feeling like i'm on the rag when i just finished being on the rag.
a actually want to go back to bed. figures.
i'm on four hours sleep (a little less cuz it took me a while to finally pass out at 3 FREAKING AM after having been awake the whole time from 1pm the 28th. i totally dissected the bedroom because i was tired of the grossness of it. i scrubbed the hell out of the floors and furnature that needed it, re-organized the closets, folded the mountains of laundry, went through all of mt clothes and weeded out the fatty clothes and clothes i just don't wear anymore. i figure hey, i've kept the weight off for over a year now so i think i'll be okay to get rid of all the size 10 - 18's i have laying around. a lot of it was really nice stuff from when i worked at the real estate firm. some poor single-mom secretary like my mum might stumble across it at goodwill and be exstatic to not have to drop an assload of cash on crap at department stores. at least that's how i'd like to see it go down. hopefully there a lot of poor, single-mom secretary types out there sized 10-18 that really dig pinstripes and buttondowns.
did i mention i'm DREADING work? i'm always afraid i'm going to get yelled at when i go to work. the manager and assistant manager take out their shitty home lives on us. i could have not worked for a week and i'll still get yelled at for shit that the shift the night before did. it's wonderful. then they get all pissed because nothing ever changes. HEY, HERE'S AN IDEA - YELL AT THE PEOPLE FUCKING OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
that's it, i have to paint my face on and drink my coffee. fuck the day shift. also, fucking closing new years eve for the second year in a row as well as new years day.
and fuck feeling like i'm on the rag when i just finished being on the rag.
a actually want to go back to bed. figures.
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