my first presidential voting... did not even count, HA. funny? i don't think so. i drove about 20minutes to get to the wrong polling place, then barely make it before they close, and right after i vote the boyfriend texts me telling me obama won. terrific. whateva, at least i met some old homeboys/homegirls that supported me and even nominated me their one and only last voter. i love the elderly.
dos audience
work. was disgusting. yes pastor charles (he gave a sermon on becoming a better worker/student, etc), i am taking the steps into being grateful for my jobS; however, my co workers aren't doing so and they're slacking +more..
*un, at my first job. my two female co workers decide it's suddenly okay and sanitary to throw up/vomit/puke in the sink we wash all our blenders and dishes in, and not clean it. grrrreeeat! then throw up in front of the store when there is a line of customers, and once again just leave their what looks like raisin chunks.
--pro: my manager unaware of this whole vomit fiasco dismisses these 'dirty girls' off home. the sink floods, and there is was squatting in a sea of human regurgitated who knows what. i thought it was funny. he was touching it and hahahahha what a douche haha.
==karma? my transfer to the other coffee place still hasn't happened. i've worked here for about 3months and still that transfer promise hasn't happened. fun fun fun! i get to work with the throw up dirty i-dont-clean-my-shit girls.
six o(what the fuck) clock in morning (it would be seven if we weren't on daylight savings frenzo)
i underestimate the fact that i can't wake up and still decide to schedule work bright and early. trickery of the mind.
driving
it's getting better...?
"why does it smell like eggs in your room?"
my sister said that to me.
here's what happened...
i farted. it was a moderate one, not too comfortable or warm.
and it smelled like eggs.
(i was on the phone) "i farted and it smells like eggs."
then my sister just clambered to my room and says egg room comment.
i didn't think it was that bad.
.the psycho korean moms.
this year has been by far the trickest year yet.
i've met my fair share of psychos and it seems like i'm on a psycho-attracting-magnet.
i mean my mom is cool, so what the duck is up these other korean mom's asses?
