June 2011
Shame on me. To need release. →
Yep. Just like a Britney song…
My boss told me he’s thinking about my request for a $1.50 raise. After totally slapping me across the face, he’s thinking about it. So I’m thinking about putting in my two weeks notice. Good luck, getting the bitch you put on take-out to cover my closing shifts for the next three weeks after my two weeks, ass hole.
I’ve been told not to take it so personally. But how can...
I’ve looked at my phone a couple times expecting to see something there. Maybe we both thought we knew each other better then we really did.
I’m only sour when he starts it.
The boys. They just can’t handle it.
I’m staring to feel a little in-over-my- head. Generally, it means I’ve already sunken, it’s just that only now is it catching up to me.
When life gives me lemons, I don’t make lemonade, I don’t say fuck it and get a Diet Coke either. No. When life gives me lemons, I put on my big girl pants and look forward to talking with my mom.
Mostly, I know that I have had...
We experience our ups and our downs, and I suppose that is all normal.
If there is something I really do enjoy though, it is laughing. We saw a movie tonight, and I was able to sit there with my legs on his lap and laugh. And hold on to him arm and press my face to his and just laugh at the movie, together. L
