About my yesterday....
One big ass annyoying irritation. But I made a few new friends... Two were in wheelchairs and they had SOMETHING wrong with their brains, so they were all disabled. Then they were just chillin' with me at the bus stop, while I was smoking, and then the guy, Alvin i think, was all prophet-style, telling me what's gonna happen to me in the next few weeks and months, and the eventual turnout of my life. His mom, Sylvia, was there as well... they rode a ferry all day.
Then there was George, the old man, he was hardcore funny. He told me I'm perfect because I was singing Frank Sinatra and he heard me, and he told me that I look like Bettie Page, just prettier than her, and that made my day, and that I could outshine even Marilyn and Jayne with my 3000 watt smile. I'm the perfect girl and my boyfriend had better be good to me or else... says George....
Then I went to get my sexy man from work and all the way home I wore his red hardhat... it was flippin' sweet. And then we hung out and he proved to me that I'm defective, although it wasn't on purpose, and that makes him sound like a dickface, but he isn't.
I applied for 3 jobs yesterday. I went to the Pub... I hope I get that one. Then Michael's, then Barnes and Noble, which wouldn't be so terrible either. Although, I think I forgot to put my address on the Barnes and Noble one.
At the Pub, one of the girls said that I look familiar, and she asked if I went to her high school and I said no, and she asked if I knew anyone from there, and I said yes, cuz I do. And I told her who, and then she was all nostalgic smiles and she said "uh.. no, I don't know him." Well, let's just leave it at the fact that he's pretty well known thru that school, since it's like 1/2 the size of a normal high school and he's a sexy beast.
Then last night, I waited in the COLD for a bus that never came, and my man drove me home even though he wasn't allowed to... eh, well.... you can't do EVERYTHING you're supposed to, as I found out last night.
And my cousin's cunt girlfriend had their baby... she's a girl... Tatum.... poor kid.
By way of music, today I'm all Bad Religion...
One big ass annyoying irritation. But I made a few new friends... Two were in wheelchairs and they had SOMETHING wrong with their brains, so they were all disabled. Then they were just chillin' with me at the bus stop, while I was smoking, and then the guy, Alvin i think, was all prophet-style, telling me what's gonna happen to me in the next few weeks and months, and the eventual turnout of my life. His mom, Sylvia, was there as well... they rode a ferry all day.
Then there was George, the old man, he was hardcore funny. He told me I'm perfect because I was singing Frank Sinatra and he heard me, and he told me that I look like Bettie Page, just prettier than her, and that made my day, and that I could outshine even Marilyn and Jayne with my 3000 watt smile. I'm the perfect girl and my boyfriend had better be good to me or else... says George....
Then I went to get my sexy man from work and all the way home I wore his red hardhat... it was flippin' sweet. And then we hung out and he proved to me that I'm defective, although it wasn't on purpose, and that makes him sound like a dickface, but he isn't.
I applied for 3 jobs yesterday. I went to the Pub... I hope I get that one. Then Michael's, then Barnes and Noble, which wouldn't be so terrible either. Although, I think I forgot to put my address on the Barnes and Noble one.
At the Pub, one of the girls said that I look familiar, and she asked if I went to her high school and I said no, and she asked if I knew anyone from there, and I said yes, cuz I do. And I told her who, and then she was all nostalgic smiles and she said "uh.. no, I don't know him." Well, let's just leave it at the fact that he's pretty well known thru that school, since it's like 1/2 the size of a normal high school and he's a sexy beast.
Then last night, I waited in the COLD for a bus that never came, and my man drove me home even though he wasn't allowed to... eh, well.... you can't do EVERYTHING you're supposed to, as I found out last night.
And my cousin's cunt girlfriend had their baby... she's a girl... Tatum.... poor kid.
By way of music, today I'm all Bad Religion...