Better day same old shit. I didn't get to go to the doctor. Now I have to wait because my bitch of a teacher wouldn't let me take my final exam later on. Problems must have followed me because the tape recorder wouldn't work and we had to switch rooms and recorders. Oh well, C'est la vie. Now I am going to work an eight hour shift like I am full time and more all over again. I hate this job and the people that come in. Seriously when you go to the grocery store get everything that you need the first time and if you forget something, get that shit at dairymart. Because really you will have to deal with a mean person like myself. I wish that woman could read this but she probably is ill educated like others around here and probably can't work a computer. How dare you call me mean, the person that has been repeatedly walked on because of my niceness. Thanks for ripping on the one thing I pride myself on. That is ok I will be able to go to sleep knowing that my friends still love me.
< plus vieux ~
plus nouveau > 
my webpage
guestbook
