The bunssss
(via bendthelight)
FOUR FOR YOU GLEN COCO
YOU GO GLEN COCO
(via hugehandgesture)
I’m thankful for moneyshots
I’ve fallen into this seemingly anti-social state where I’ve been keeping myself from everyone, including the one’s I hold dearest.
I’m strangely reclusive right now, as in the past month, and I don’t feel like it’s going to shake. I hate feeling like this.
(via hennypotter)
Clever girl.
I feel like going to gabe’s, but I hate going to gabe’s by myself. :(
at 5, I believe todd is going to pick me up and we’re having thanksgiving dinner at his mom’s house. then we’re going to play mario party all evening :D I’m excited.
I know you hate me right now, but go to Gabe’s. They have so much good shit. Especially in the guy section, they have really cool baseball tee’s with cool indian designs on them. It’s definitely worth it to go.
me hate you? you’re the one who said fuck you to me.
Because I was having a shitty week and you like jumped on me and were like “you can’t just skip work” which pissed me off because I wasn’t skipping it. I mean I quit already, because I didn’t really like working there and I never feel like dealing with you when you’re like that because all you do is put a person down and I knew you’d probably talk about me and say shit like I can’t even keep a job or something. I don’t hate you, but sometimes you just really push me.
because I helped get you that job, and it makes me look bad whenever they’re like “so how come this person isn’t showing up? I thought you said they’d be a great worker.” I don’t know the situation, but you and little caesars told me two completely different stories.
Well I don’t know what they’re saying, and I don’t really care to know. I understand it would make you look bad, but I’m not going to keep a job where they are constantly getting confused with scheduling, the manager is a prick to me even though I would stay overtime, and where when I want to know why I didn’t get a check all they’re concerned about is how Katie is doing and if I know why she won’t date John. I just didn’t like working there, it was really stressful, and I have bigger obligations like the passing finals and figuring out what I’m doing next semester. So Little Caesar’s was just frustrating me with all of it’s bs. Granted I could’ve given a two weeks notice, I didn’t because they were legitimately angry with me for taking five days off because I had Swine flu. Which is stupid, so I just said fuck it. I know it’s unprofessional, but so is not putting people on payroll. Or only having three people working on a Saturday night, one of which is new, one of which is lazy as hell, and another who is obviously high at work. And then becoming snappy with me when I ask to leave after staying an hour over. We work differently, and I’m glad you like your job and have kept it for so long. But I’m not like that, and I don’t need someone on my case about it. Just because it takes some people longer to figure out their shit doesn’t mean they’re a failure.
it’s not even that they were mad at you for being sick, but legit if you have a job and take off work for being sick, they do require you to bring a note if it’s more than 3 days. and since it was swine, they assume that you have to go to the hospital to get the medicine for it.
Well, actually you don’t have to go to the hospital for it, because there is no specific medicine just for Swine. It’s just medicine you’d take for any other flu. So you have to go to the doctor, but not the hospital. You can get a vaccine for it, but that wouldn’t help me much if I already had it. And I just used the rest of prescription medicine that Annie used when she had it. So I didn’t go to the doctor, my mom and dad just assumed I had gotten it. And they didn’t tell me I needed a note when I called and said I’d need the week off. And yea they were pissed, because when I was still sick I had to go in and fill out my w4 form and Hennie was like “you don’t even look sick” and kept saying things along those lines. So I don’t know.
tchaikov is being aaa......
KITTIE LOAF!!1!
you would think these niggas would know me when they really doesn’t,
like they was down with the old me no you fucking wasn’t.
A good reason not to get that spot tattooed. Unless you’re offered free touch-ups. Which I was, but Lost Times is never ever ever open when they’re suppose to be.
It’ll look non-homemade one day. Hopefully.
Paula Deen, I’d like to watch you die.
