my aunt wants to know what size underpants i wear. ? my faimly is strange.

I Officially HATE THE MALL. there's no angry face, otherwise i would show it now.

well, i can't. well, i couldn't. what ever happened to my f*&^%$# family? i feel like i have none. well, realy i don't. oh well. i guess its time to bite the bullet and grow up. growing up is the saddest part of my life thus far.

in other more uplifting news, i have a job interview on tues morning. to work with kiddies. i love the kiddies. better than selling lotion to suburbian housewives...gasp.
this job would mean full time regular hours, and an escape from lotion land, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

my life right now, is completely opposite from what is was last year at this time. now, its a lot harder. i have to do stuff on my own. its hard. but i guess i know i can do it. life aint always fun kids, especially when you can't even remember the last time you bought a new tube of lipgloss, or anything besides food or gas.

i want to work with the kiddies...

paul wants to throw everything away

terry wants to keep everything

i really don't care.

but i did do their dishes today, those bitches can't clean up after themselves. the shame.


paul also wants to have an online sort of survivor show, but with maids, who will clean his house. oh boy

apparently my sister has a "house cleaner" as paul calls it. he wants one, so do i. matt says they steal stuff, all of them. hehehe....

yea, that's right. sleep is the best. especially on a new bed, equiped with matching bedding, a mattress pad, and some nifty memory foam. it's weird though. i never sleeep well unless i know i am totally alone and have no interuptions. its always nicer to have a cuddle partner, by far, but im a mover and a shaker and bed hog. i obviously didn't learn how to share(the bed) at a young age. if you have a twin size bed, and you upgrade to an adult sixe bed, don't ever go back, you will find yourself wondering; how did i ever sleep on that tiny little piece of shit?

thats pretty much all i've got to say for now, well except the fact that this is world is incredibly cruel and cold(especially here in buffalo, well the cold part). and if i feel this way. how does someone in sub-saharan africa feel, or someone in afhganistan? you are wrong to say you don't care, but if you argue about it, you are really just the same as the person who doesn't care if you do nothing about it. anyway, if you have an answer to this problem, get back to me right away. im very confused.

12 hr day tomorrow, maybe i can fill my nind with thoughts of consumerism, tanning, hollywood, and anorexia while working at le mall. "ze establishment, peau, i spit on you."