It's a dangerous thing to let myself be bored, because I always end up putting on way too much makeup. It's all about the green eyeshadow and black liquid liner out to there. No...there.
Aaron's friends (plural, apparently) are on their way over from Moses Lake for the Social Distortion show. We're treating them to dinner at Aaron's restaurant, which is ridiculous considering how broke we are. I need a night out, though, because I had a mini panic attack at work for absolutely no reason at all. I blame it on lack of television.
All I want is to move and have it be over with. I don't care about the job, I don't care if I live in a shithole, I just want to be there and not have to worry about the future. Then again, I'm lost if I don't have something to look forward to.
I've fallen completely in love with my hair, but it's necessary narcissism. My last period drained all of my self-esteem; stupid bloat.
Some customer just came in and said, "Hello, Sunshine." Fuck you, buster.
Cary used to call me Sunshine. I miss her.
one year ago today: i disappeared from the internet for a long time. two years ago today: ""The ultimate orgasm for under $15!" The porn emails have got to stop."