Either something big is about to happen (I don't think it's the elections), something is about to change (either for me/family/work/worldwide), or something bad is going to happen to someone I know.

Had a weirddddd feeling when I went for my break at work that something seemed amiss, or someone i know was in trouble/hurt/dead. Gahh.

I just hope everyone's ok.

Makes me NOT want to go out driving tonight.

Edit: ANOTHER ONE GONE, ANOTHER ONE GONE, ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUSTS. Jesus H Christ, can't we find RELIABLE people anymore?!

Awwww poop. The newest person at my cafe seems to have given up. She never showed up, and my boss didn't bother calling her when he got to work earlier than normal so I wasn't all by myself.

Oh well, she apparently got reamed out for not improving in three weeks, standing around while me and my work buddy did stuff (she, like a few others before her, never ask if there's something to do...), and she had her boyfriend sitting where we normally take our breaks, and so she kept getting distracted, you know, when my boss was around.
And also, when she first dropped off her resume/got interviewed, her dad came in with her, which is a big nono in the job-hunting world. You go in by yourself, and you leave whoever you brought with you outside.

Oh well. Back down to... *counts on my fingers* 4 people. For now, a new girl is starting tomorrow, and I hope she stays a while, at least, and doesn't magically disappear like a lot of the ones that my boss seems to bring in out of nowhere. And, I swear to God, let her speak decent English. Pleasepleaseplease, it's hard enough with his cousin who is in ESL classes right now and hard enough sometimes with my boss, but doighgugheiwugbf.

Anyone looking to move to Vancouver to work at my coffee shop? Starting wage is $8/hr with tips, and for the first week or so, you get to do dishes and make sandwiches. And you get to hang out with me, and I will do most of the work. But if I catch you slacking off, you're utterly toast.

Please send your resume.

Oh yeah, if you don't have tits, your application's going in the trash. And if you write that you're a pro MTG player, I'm only going to look at it and tell everyone about it.

JUST SO YOU KNOW.

I was doing so well this morning/early afternoon. I was all smiles, very cheery. I picked up the slack, bought my parents coffee, bought my co-worker a drink, and just felt like it was a good day.

Thanks to my fucking period and a few choice words, I kinda did a 180 and I'm a complete mess right now.

I need a break.

I'm so tired.

And I bought lots.

I bought everything I was looking to buy, plus some extra cute stuff that I couldn't resist. ^-^

HAPPY DAYS!

that can only be tamed if I go on a shopping spree and get me some damn fine boots and a pea coat, among other things.

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

mmm, need to look damn fine this fall, I tell you. I've been feeling good about myself the last little while, so clothing that makes me feel good will make it so I'm not so cranky towards you folks. :P

And looking good means more fancier and nicer things for only two pairs of eyes only. :3

Thanks for the all-over hives you decided to bestow upon me for completing 9 1/2 days of my antibiotic run.

Thanks. I look like an utter freak. And I have to work tomorrow.

Fuck you, amoxicillin, and fuck you, body, for being such a useless waste of infection lately.

Also thanks for puffing my lips up.

Here's a picture of my arm. It's even worse on my thighs.

This song makes everything all better. I can't stop listening to it, or thinking about it. It's so. fucking. good.

That chocolate milk that's been digesting in your tummy for a while will separate from the rest of your tummy's contents and toilet water once ejected?

Quite cool, I have to say. Quite. Cool.

And that's also the end of my love affair with chocolate milk, straight milk, homo milk, and most other dairy products besides cheese and the milk that's in my coffee and other chocolate.

:(

I'm devastated.

A penis baking tray thing so I can make shit like jello, cookie, or cake penii.

My friend is awesome. :D:D

Don't watch Requiem for a Dream right before you're slated for bed.

I went to bed extremely depressed. I mean, I felt blank. I haven't felt that way since, I dunno, a long time. It was weird.

Also had a dream that night where, for some reason, my debit card had a point system a la Aeromiles, and I had enough saved up for some posters, except they had COWBOY BEBOP ONES!!!! Except they seemed to be of characters smoking.

But Spike looks hot when he's smoking, so it's fine. So yeah, I wanted a specific one, but yeah. I woke up.

Damn alarm. But I got a Muse cd in there, so I get to wake up to Sunburn. :D And uh, er. God, I just wanna go to bed and sleep and skip work and masturbate and just do nothing for days on end.

But yeah, whatever. I want to write, but I haven't the foggiest as to what to write about. I want to draw, but I dunno what to draw. I did pick up some art supplies today (gonna make a kitty rug :D:D), and some parts for my Sailor Moon costume. Super excited!

Ok, I can't NOT add this. This is genius to the extreme.

I may be Glitch Bob, but I'm totally unsure about Old Bob.

He seems... strange.

Don't tell Dot. She can't choose!