fuck me:

a week and a half of school left
2 1/2 tests left in math
my job that i haven't even started yet royally fucked up my schedule already (scheduled me monday when i hung my show, when i said i wasn't available to start until tuesday. scheduled me friday when my show opening is when my availability ((forever)) is mon-thurs, sat & sun)
i'm terrified of my show
i already think i need a new and more reliable job
where art thou pms
nausea from migraines on a frequent basis
sister is going back with cheating boyfriend
brother is in jail again
mom failed math course to get desired degree
biological mother does not know when my graduation is nor does she care
other drivers
human beings
i feel gross

okay:
a week and a half of school left
i turn 18 in less than a month
my show is friday
my art/art history exams are easy as hell
i love my best friend
trees
cats
sloths
human beings
that's all i can think of

Let your boss know. I fuck up schedules all the time. My policy is if I schedule you outside of your availability or a day you have requested off it is my responsibility to fix it and you don't have to work. That's fair. I have fucked myself pretty bad over this but if my employees need time off and I screw it up, I should fix it and they shouldn't have to worry about it.

Don't worry about your show. It'll go great, you are very talented and should be very proud of your work.

GRRR... my man is out of town for the night, and i miss him

... i ordered expensive Lao food and got something i forgot i didn't like, and i didn't like it again.

... i am majorly sore from all the biking this weekend and going running last night

... i have a lot of little annoying things i've been putting off that i really need to take care of

AHH... i got a (very small) raise today

... lost and top chef finales tomorrow night

... free bagels in the morning and a free potluck lunch at work tomorrow

... two more days of work this week

... in three days i'll be in portland, oregon, staying at a dope ass hotel and going on bike rides/ wine tastings

i did let them know. and i know everyone makes mistakes and they all seem like very nice people but i'm just afraid i won't get enough hours, like i would have three days this week if they didn't mess up but now i only have one day.
and plus, i'm almost 18, so perhaps i'll go into waitressing so i can get tips.

Probably best to PM this sort of thing directly to Boo.

it was a bad fuck me.
like "oh fuck. me"


i know you were kidding. oh man

- Scotty D went the clink again
+ he will take care of Dr. Grabby McSleaze w/o me even asking
+ Memorial Day at Pop's compound = free beer, free pool, and GOOD LIVIN

viewing this thread was like watching an episode of Cops.

i'm doin' alright.

Damn, locked up again? Well, not damn like "where'd this meteor come from" but more like "damn, it's rainin' again." Not totally unexpected, but still a bummer.

Ayah says again, "just lumber up to Dr. McFeely's doorway, stoop to go in, and let him know whose fiance you are. He'll shit his pants."

I doubt ayah is wrong much these days. I think the real solution is what M's boos said...take him off the route..he will wither and die on the vine.

Yeah, SD and his girl got into DAT ruckus, and the folks ended up showin up. He's pretty much fucked at this point. I think at some level I always harbored some hope for him, but he is DOOMED at this point.

I don't think I shared that hope. But I didn't know him back when. She's not any better, just physically smaller. Sometimes that's enough.

The eternal problem: potential....fuck they are fallin fast...disheartening. I thought dudes like them and The Geek Monster were immortal. Count blessings. It's al over now

I don't know if anyone has posted about this in the thread yet but what's with the shittyness of the label tape on the top of cd's? Every other cd I buy doesn't come off right and leaves a sticky film on the cd. It fucking annoys the hell out of me.

if one of my coworkers called me a cunt and a fat ass (and it wasn't my boss) i would laugh my ass off (and be compelled to agree). if one of my clients tried to grab my butt, i would laugh slightly less.