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WHAT THE FUCK. (reposted.)

Why on earth would you shit in a fitting room. Diarrhea shit none the less? Ya can't hold it? Oh goddddd.

I used to love my job. Driving business, creating an atmosphere in my department for the type of customer I'd like to attract, seeing my knowledge of the ins and out of the industry manifest itself in + weeks and months for eight months straight was totally worthwhile. Part time and dealing with people SHITTING in fitting rooms may not quite be worth it. Time to jump ship and get into something within the history or anthropology department.

In other news, Rachel and I are awkward and still better looking than every girl most places we go. Except some of my other wonderful lady friends (Ashley Bigfun, Manda, et al) fall in that "we're prettier than you" category.

Tempeh Scallopini was pretty tasty. PBR tallboy a little less so, but still satisfying. Lyle cracks me up.

I love dirt dirt dirt and gossip gossip gossip.

HATERZ TA THA LEFFFFF.

24

"Sorry man, Jordan's gonna do what Jordan's gonna do. You can't get hurt about it, she doesn't mean anything malicious by it." <3

24. Rewards, happiness, love, success, creativity. May manifest itself in arrogance. 22. most successful of life paths.

It's uncanny how tied to these two numbers I am.

Two weeks from today I'll be 24. That's a weird thought.

SVPV

Trap Them. Pocket Beers (or purse beers on this occasion). Dresses. I love looking out of place at crusty punk shows. And trust fund crusty punk girls can GTFO. And some douchey kid with douchey glasses tried to sell my ex's hat after this scuffle and I told him to take a shower. Ha. I'm a bitch.



Kyle is my favorite person ever.

Waterworld for my birthday. Fuck our inconvenient friends. RIOJA.

the night my toe broke


our $90 lunch


our fifteen dollar dinner


eat your heart out, you wretched bitch

Wanderlust

WHAT THE FUCK. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. What part of "DON'T" don't you understand?!?!?!? God I could just rip my hair out.

I am so restless. I need to get out of town and either go to the motherland(s) or to go somewhere totally new and adventure myself stupid. Shoes are craving new pavement. Hoya needs a new view, and I need materials for my epic project.

I am going to Gravemaker on Saturday, I think, now that the photoshoot isn't on. Title Fight on the 26th. Looks like since there wasn't a summer formal or humpday fest this year OR last year, it's being made up in November with a winter formal. I hope it's up to par.

Hopefully Vegas in November pans out too. I fucking hate that place, but I think with Mike it could be totally worth it and ridiculously fun. and I wouldn't have to babysit anyone this time. YEAY.

More zelda. Then sleep. More errands tomorrow. No more recluse day 2.

gross

I can hear someone puking either in my neighbor's back yard or on the street. Really Aurora, this is how you do things?


I am becoming seriously concerned with my sleep patterns. Ever seen that Law and Order SVU where the kid goes psychotic because of lack of sleep? Yeah, I'm nearing that level.

for the record

it still sucks. i don't think it'll ever not suck. it's my own fucking fault.


on the plus side i found some DIRT. that makes me pretty stoked on ... not life ... but something.

cutting off all my hair. cannot wait.