it was an average sunday. wake up for work at 9:30, which is actually 9:24 because my clock is fast. so my alarm goes off at pseudo 9:30, snooze. "9:40"- snooze. i don't shower. i couldn't care less what i look like at that awful place. i have to same conversation 47 times a day:
"how much is this?"
"there's a price tag."
"how much is this?"
"it's on the price tag."
"what?"
"16 dollars."
"16 dollars? well, that's just ricidulous."
"sorry."
3 times today, i saw an oversized lady walk passed the store eating candy out of a sweet facoctory bag, and little oversized children lagging behind her doing the same thing. 3 different families. i also don't understand people who walk in and expect me to bow down and kiss their feet or some shit. i cannot stand that look i get like i didn't make their 4 minute shopping experience the best they've ever had. like i did something wrong. don't go trying to put off your negative energy on me, crazy asshole lady. that's not fair.
after that, i come home and my mom brings me food on a little tray to eat in bed. (this is not a sunday thing, happens every day) then i myspace and facebook, talk to my best friend taylor on the internet, and take a nap. now it's 8:51 and my sunday is over.
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