... I can NEVER think of a good subject.
*massages aching jaw* lesson one: do not drink through a straw for at least a WEEK after you get your wisdom teeth pulled. it hurts like a bastard. *winces*
*blinks* this was originally gonna be a rant about the RAT BASTARDS at Kroger, but I've decided just to say fuck 'em, because I'm leaving in a week (leaving kroger that is) and we all know I'm better looking, more intelligent, cooler, AND going to have a much more fulfilling life than the 40-year-old bags at the front counter. DAMN them. Usually I defend all the girls at the front counter, but they were such bitches to me tonight, that I really don't care.
basically what happened is that I called ahead, yesterday AND today, to ask if it was okay if I bagged and did re-shop (putting away misplaced groceries, basically) today because my mouth still hurts if I do too much talking. They said it was OK. the result? I cashiered the entire fucking night. It was blatant too, that they didn't want me anymore but at a register... they did not give a damn if my entire jaw just fell right off.... *fume* we weren't even busy today, it's not like they neede cashiers... assholes... well FUCK THEM and the HORSE they rode in on! I'm leaving a week from wednesday and they can just BLOW me. *gives the finger in the direction of kroger*
heh heh heh!! The wall of sexy men is growing fast!! I have 5 lurvely gift arts. One of Victor, everyone's favorite fishboy. One of Nilvania (BUCKASS NEKKID!! move your hand honey... *cheezy grin*), one of Traci's characters. One of the Marquis de Carabas WHOO!!! wheeeeeeeeeee!! and two group shots of some friends' characters, one from traci and one from brittaney. also, three possible pictures in the works!! YESSSSS!!! *does a little song and dance*
well my precious, this was originally gonna be longer, but I'm kinda tired, so ah'm gonna go to bed now. catch ya'll later....
*farts* SAFETY!
*blinks* this was originally gonna be a rant about the RAT BASTARDS at Kroger, but I've decided just to say fuck 'em, because I'm leaving in a week (leaving kroger that is) and we all know I'm better looking, more intelligent, cooler, AND going to have a much more fulfilling life than the 40-year-old bags at the front counter. DAMN them. Usually I defend all the girls at the front counter, but they were such bitches to me tonight, that I really don't care.
basically what happened is that I called ahead, yesterday AND today, to ask if it was okay if I bagged and did re-shop (putting away misplaced groceries, basically) today because my mouth still hurts if I do too much talking. They said it was OK. the result? I cashiered the entire fucking night. It was blatant too, that they didn't want me anymore but at a register... they did not give a damn if my entire jaw just fell right off.... *fume* we weren't even busy today, it's not like they neede cashiers... assholes... well FUCK THEM and the HORSE they rode in on! I'm leaving a week from wednesday and they can just BLOW me. *gives the finger in the direction of kroger*
heh heh heh!! The wall of sexy men is growing fast!! I have 5 lurvely gift arts. One of Victor, everyone's favorite fishboy. One of Nilvania (BUCKASS NEKKID!! move your hand honey... *cheezy grin*), one of Traci's characters. One of the Marquis de Carabas WHOO!!! wheeeeeeeeeee!! and two group shots of some friends' characters, one from traci and one from brittaney. also, three possible pictures in the works!! YESSSSS!!! *does a little song and dance*
well my precious, this was originally gonna be longer, but I'm kinda tired, so ah'm gonna go to bed now. catch ya'll later....
*farts* SAFETY!