Led Zeppelin high is sooo right.
Haven’t tumbled in a couple days. Separation anxiety? Started a new job, crazy hours, mostly gay coworkers, hot Europeans, always busy and fucked up. Yay? Thank god it pays well.
Bought two 16 year olds a pack of cigarettes. Good ol Michelle, fucking up the youth, one kid at a time.
I have to write two essays about a fashion designer and a retailer and do a powerpoint about one of them. But I don’t feel like doing work right now because I’m hungry and le tired. I’m at my sisters school and I worked on an extra credit assignment this whole morning for the same class so at least I was mildly productive? The essays and power point are due monday, the extra...
Birthday in two days yay?
Crazy winds + no product in my hair + waiting for the bus for long time= no bueno.
“Mom, tell him to answer me. Why do you lock your door, Clay?” I turn around. “Because you both stole a quarter gram of cocaine from me the last time I left my door open. That’s why.” My sisters don’t say anything. “Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage” by group called Killer Pussy comes on the radio, and my mother asks if we have to listen to this...