jme

I hate waking to the smell of freshly processed Tropicana orange juice. It smells like burnt oranges through out the entire county every so often. I'm sure it's all a part of some sterilization process or some concentrate bullshit... I don't know, but growing up with the smell... sometimes it makes you want to hork everywhere. Who the fuck wants to smell oranges all fucking day?

Anyway...I am scheduled for 8 days straight, which started yesterday. It kinda blows ass because that means I have to put my daughter in day care for seven fucking days. My schedule at work starts on Wednesday...so I'm still finishing this last schedule. Subway fucking sucks.

Alright... I'm going to stop bitching about Tropicana and Subway. I'll hopefully be doing a set once my photographer gets a phone .

*j-me