hazard

why is it...that for the past few nights that i work...people find the need to be rude to me?

tonight i had this fucking bitch threaten to call the cops on me because of a damn quilt! i was like CALL THEM. if it fucking means that much to you, do it.

i'm OVER it. if i can last another month without throwing my keys and walking the fuck out, i should get a damn prize.

i do, however, get to check out a cottage tomorrow for me to live in. imagine me...in my own little cottage...with baxter. wait...that sounds like a bad fairy tale in the making..about an old maid, her cat, in a little house.....hmm, we might have to rethink that.

*sigh* days do get better, right?