cassiopeia

These lyrics remind me of you: "You want a medal for the things you've done/ But if you really did a damn thing we would have gave you one." I find things sometimes that makes me think of you. It's a ridiculous obsession I have with not liking you. But not anymore. You have been knocked off the pedestal I gave you. Another is now king of your hill.

Sometimes life seems like a dream, especially when I look down and see that I forgot to put on my pants.

No update about Bento. If I don't talk about it, then it never happened. Oh. Except the boy on boy action. I will NEVER erase that from my mind. Never. Also. No, I did not feel like puking from the one beer I had. That would be silly. It was because of something else.

I think there should be something in science called the "reindeer effect." I don't know what it would be, but I think it'd be good to hear someone say, "Gentlemen, what we have here is a terrifying example of the reindeer effect."

Waiters and waitresses have bad jobs. I know. I am one. No matter how you feel you have to put on an act to make the customers think you're a happy person. Never let them know something's wrong. Always smile. Always make them think you're having a good time. I've been a waitress ever since I was old enough to work. I think that's why I'm so good at being one when I'm off the clock. But I'm tired of being a waitress to everyone I come in contact with. I'm quitting now. This is my 2 weeks notice. I will not be your waitress anymore.

I think I'm going to go away for awhile.

Edit: STOP REQUESTING MY FRIENDSHIP IF YOU HAVE NEVER TALKED TO ME! IT'S A PAIN IN MY ASS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT IF YOU'RE A CREEP SIMPLY FROM YOUR PROFILE. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THAT IS?!?! DO YOU!?