2001-08-14 - 1:36 p.m.
My life stinks. You want to know what I do with myself, I work a fucking shoe store. I know some of you will say, "ah, that can't be so bad." You don't seem to UNDERSTAND. I'm like Al Buddy, I work my ass off and I have to come home to some brain dead idiots, it ain't that lovely. So it seems that all the crack head 28 year olds, with no lives or futures, that work there happened to quit in the same day. They think that they will aquire some large amounts of wealth by serving drunk assholes at some sleezy bar. Good Plan. I go into the store on Sunday, over worked and over tired and this university chick who works there is all crying because she forgot to do her homework. "please can you work for me tommorow." "No, I'd rather stick a turkey up my rectum." Please, you don't understand,I'll fail." "Well, let see, how does this affect me? Do you think I care if you fail because you were too busy fucking around and forgot to do your stupid assignment?" She crys and crys and somehow trys to make it sound like it's my obligation. I wanted to fire her, but I'm not the boss. i'm too tired to write more.............i will later
