
alright, that's f'n it. not only do they have a problem with my labret but also with my "overall" appereance, i.e. my hair. so i am basically going to tell them to fuck off and go to fucking hell because if they like me enough to want me to work there then my apperance must not be so fucking apalling after all. i think i am going to live off unemployment for a while and go back to school, maybe get a server job or something and quit this 9 to 5 bullshit for as long as i can.
i am fed up.
i love him. he is my future husband.
FUCK OFF AND DIE.
the wedding is off since you HAD to comment on my accidental self-journal posts.
yours untruly~
ava