beautifulxalone

so i'm sittin here by myself,
stoned.
while my roomies are getting ready to go out.
i dont feel like it tho.
i have to work a double tomorrow starting @ 10:30.

work was supposed to be good tonite, i was in a good mood to begin and we were really busy, but shit just turned sour.
first of all i've got this beef with this guy i work with that
-everyone- hates. he's just this pompous asshole who thinks he's the fucking god. he has no managerial position -- but likes to act like he does. and we've had problems for the past few months. i tried to bite my fucking tongue, and be cool,a nd just work, but he keeps making comments. and one day i'm going to fucking snap. and i dont want to do that bkz i'll look like the bad guy. so i talked to my boss about it after work. and he knows that this guy is the problem, i'm not the only one with the problem with him. but seriously, i get along with every other fucking person in that restaurant. he makes it so difficult for me tho.
so my boss listened to me rant, said he would talk to him, and of course mr. asshole will deny he did anything and say it was me, but my boss will know he's bullshitting. my boss said he would sit us down and let us talk and he'd mediate.

so whatever. we'll see.
work used to be fun, but all it seems to be is a drag lately.
and this kid ryan i work will was all fucked up tonite. like, he was in a really bad snowboarding accident last march, that left in him a coma for like 2 weeks. and now he has post traumatic stress disorder bkz of it. bkz he had to move from cali, back home with his mom, quit school, leave his friends, etc. and he went to the dr. today and of course the gen. practioner prescribed him some anxiety meds and anti-psychotics. what gen. practioner should really be prescribing anti-psychotics. like seriously. so he started having a really bad reaction to them, and had to leave. i felt so bad for him. i was really upset bkz he's a really good worker, and he had to leave and shit. but i think my boss was really good about it.

that shit just pisses me off.
leave the anti-psychotics to the psychiatrists, thanks.
man, being a psych major has really made me sensitive to these types of issues. but i guess that's good.

i made a new friend, and she wont stop calling me.
she called me 3 times tonite, after i told her i'd call HER back when i was home. jeez.
and it's bad that she's hooking up with paul, my roomie.
hmm.

my face is a fucking mess. i'm considering going to a dermatologist. this is just getting out of control. or maybe i need to change my skin care regimine. any suggestions?

maybe it'll be good again when i start getting some extra estrogen in my body.


okay enough rambling, i'm going to pass out soon.