It's funny how I only think to post on my blog when something shitty happens. But there you go. I should really record the fun things in life too. OK, so the shitty part goes like this: I'm tired, tired, tired of my f-ing job. Too much is asked of me and I don't get paid more. Kay wants me to plan this stupid vegan wedding(not mine) just because I'M a vegan. Dumb. I don't know nothing bout planning no catering jobs miss Scarlet. So it is STRESSING ME OUT! I also need more money. Oh, and I should probably work longer hours. Fridays still sucks Balls too. We are always insanely overwrought. And short staffed to boot. I'm just tired of feeling like I need to hold that place together. Elizabeth is still so lazy. So so lazy. I hate her sometimes. Annette is losing her mind. And Todd quits next week. And through it all Kay is just like "La dee da! I see nothing." She didn't even want to put out the help wanted sign until me and Annette both brought it up after another crazy ass Friday.

But looking for a real job is a daunting and scary task. Where do I start? Who do I talk to? What do I want to do? Is this even a good time to look for another job? I mean bad economy, Kay needs me desperately, Wedding and honeymoon looming. The reason I never got a real job in the first place is I'm a big pussy. I don't deal well under this kind of thing. I mean I'd be great at a new job but why can't that job just come to me? Anyway, that's not even why I got on to blog. I wanted to tell you the crazy shit that went down last night.

OK I'm out with the girls at The Saucer having some beer. It was lovely. One of those "fun things" I mentioned above. We all decide to go back to Mallory's house which is cool except my car can't go above 30 mph so I'm forced to take the back roads. I'll probably never get my car back to Little Rock from NLR. Yeah you heard me. My car is still there. Sadly with my phone inside it. Poo. "Why did I leave my car there?" you ask. Well, because some shit hit the fan.

All I wanted to do was go to the gas station to pick up some essentials. Then the dude at the checkout comes around the counter and side grabs me a plants a nasty wet herpes kiss on my mouth. I was like "What the fucK!" It was horrifying! He was so gross and and even if he wasn't, I do not know him! Ew ew ew ew e w e w e w e ew e! He literally chased me out to my car after that and tried to give me a rose. I wish I had run him over. What tha fuck? I freaked out! I called Justin(my hero) and he called the cops. I didn't even think to call the cops but I guess it was the right thing to do. There was much dealing with law enforcement the rest of the night and it kinda made my whole night poopy. Justin came and got me so I didn't have to drive the back roads home in the dark at midnight and that is why my car AND my phone are not with me. poop on last night. I was having a good time until then. What a nasty fucker.