lips speak louder, better together

they come home today

i work at 3 ughghhg i'm stressed about money and you know and that too, annnnnd uh huh

tiffany is playing the weepies in the kitchen all i can think about is how much they remind me of tuesday LOLLLLLL LOL OLOLO LOL OL

there is sooo many flakes of dried up blood in my nose that is coooooooool
god i'm so goddamn fucking sick of my job i haaaaaaate it, although there was a customer who called customer service and told a manager how great her customer service from me was and i had a GREAT smile hahahahh aparently she had so much to say there wasn't room on the paper the manager was trying to fill out over the phone.
but i still hate this job she must have got me on a good day but i'm too scared to quittttttt
i like having a not REAL job it slows down my foray into adulthood. i can still take days off for work for parties and bands playing you know


coffee and caramilk liqueur b4 work badassss bye