something you won't read.
I guess I'll write something.
My weekend was hectic yet not at the same time. I don't know, it was weird.
Friday: Oh yeah, Wood River. Worked. It was okay, I guess. The staff wasn't completely retarded so I survived. Was still on "non-speaking" terms with Gary, and got my Christmas bonus which was pretty damn good. It made me happy that I finally had money because I had been broke prior to that. Argued with Brandon... multiple times. I actually got him to shut up for once, but he still left me pissed off. Afterwards, I went down to Drexel with Tom to go pick up Doug. I got to see a building that was blinking like it was having a seizure, and I thought it was really cool and pretty and stuff. Then Tom was dumb and wanted Taco Bell. Thennn we went back to Tom's for awhile. Hooray. Ang kept calling me like the silly little kid she is. Ehh, I kinda hate dealing with extremely emotional/violent/crazy/lesbian drunk people. But being the friend that I am, I went. We ended back up at Ashley's. We watched Party Monster annnd I watched them snort lines of Vicaden, which is always entertaining. Pshht.
I got harrassed by Tristan hours upon hours. He kept calling me, telling me he was going to come find me so we could "talk." God... that was annoying. Ex's are dumb. I just really wish he wasn't crazy/psycho/still attatched. He doesn't seem the fathom that I broke up with him hmm... what... 3 months ago? He makes me really upset every time he calls, or I run into him. It's pretty dumb. I don't know why I let it get to me. It just hurts that I trusted him so much and he did what he did, because I didn't expect him. I swear to JESUS that I'm magnetic for abusive relationships and awful boyfriends. It sucks. I learned though not to forgive and forget after the first time, I ended it right then and there while I was getting my face punched in by that stupid fag. :x
Anywho, after screaming on the phone... I got tired, fell asleep on the couch around 4am.
Saturday: Eww, I had work at 11. Again, I was late. I left Upper Holland at 9:30 so I would have enough time to get back to Bensalem. Traffic was horrible, by the time I got back to Bensalem it was almost 10:30. I raced my shower and everything so I could be in work on time. I left for work at 10:50, ran into the Wawa for coffee... There I saw Tristan. He started shit with me, which left us screaming in the parking lot. Steve (a friend/some kid that works there) came out and told him to leave or he would call the cops. I made it to work at almost 11:30. Gahh. Gary wasn't too mad... I walked in teary-eyed and red-faced. On the other hand, lunch wasn't too bad. It was actually kind of easy. We didn't even have to do extra sideworks because we had this dumb pollyana party for Maria. I got a cool ass card from Duano, and a gift certificate for Warriors. I love it, and it made my day... especially the black Santa. Then the 2nd shift started. IT was HORRIBLE. We had a really shitty staff, I was floater, everyone and their mother needed help; YEAH... IT WAS PRETTY GAY. I was worn out from the day, the entire week... the entire month. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Hah.
Then Tristan called me again and harrassed me about earlier in the day, saying he still loves me, and some other crazy shit. Again, I get upset. I tried not to let it bother me too much. Went over to Erin's until Tom came and got me. Went to Justin's. Played pool and staff with Justin, Pat, and Kim... annd Hillary almost dying on the exercise jaun. Thenn I was half-asleep on Justin's couch. Oh what fun... came home at almost 4, I think. It was exhilarating.
TODAY: Hah... work... again. Actually made it in on time (not Tom). Old people are dumb. I work the big Jew dinner and milked the clock until about 7. Now, I'm extremely tired. I think I'm going to sleep.
My weekend was hectic yet not at the same time. I don't know, it was weird.
Friday: Oh yeah, Wood River. Worked. It was okay, I guess. The staff wasn't completely retarded so I survived. Was still on "non-speaking" terms with Gary, and got my Christmas bonus which was pretty damn good. It made me happy that I finally had money because I had been broke prior to that. Argued with Brandon... multiple times. I actually got him to shut up for once, but he still left me pissed off. Afterwards, I went down to Drexel with Tom to go pick up Doug. I got to see a building that was blinking like it was having a seizure, and I thought it was really cool and pretty and stuff. Then Tom was dumb and wanted Taco Bell. Thennn we went back to Tom's for awhile. Hooray. Ang kept calling me like the silly little kid she is. Ehh, I kinda hate dealing with extremely emotional/violent/crazy/lesbian drunk people. But being the friend that I am, I went. We ended back up at Ashley's. We watched Party Monster annnd I watched them snort lines of Vicaden, which is always entertaining. Pshht.
I got harrassed by Tristan hours upon hours. He kept calling me, telling me he was going to come find me so we could "talk." God... that was annoying. Ex's are dumb. I just really wish he wasn't crazy/psycho/still attatched. He doesn't seem the fathom that I broke up with him hmm... what... 3 months ago? He makes me really upset every time he calls, or I run into him. It's pretty dumb. I don't know why I let it get to me. It just hurts that I trusted him so much and he did what he did, because I didn't expect him. I swear to JESUS that I'm magnetic for abusive relationships and awful boyfriends. It sucks. I learned though not to forgive and forget after the first time, I ended it right then and there while I was getting my face punched in by that stupid fag. :x
Anywho, after screaming on the phone... I got tired, fell asleep on the couch around 4am.
Saturday: Eww, I had work at 11. Again, I was late. I left Upper Holland at 9:30 so I would have enough time to get back to Bensalem. Traffic was horrible, by the time I got back to Bensalem it was almost 10:30. I raced my shower and everything so I could be in work on time. I left for work at 10:50, ran into the Wawa for coffee... There I saw Tristan. He started shit with me, which left us screaming in the parking lot. Steve (a friend/some kid that works there) came out and told him to leave or he would call the cops. I made it to work at almost 11:30. Gahh. Gary wasn't too mad... I walked in teary-eyed and red-faced. On the other hand, lunch wasn't too bad. It was actually kind of easy. We didn't even have to do extra sideworks because we had this dumb pollyana party for Maria. I got a cool ass card from Duano, and a gift certificate for Warriors. I love it, and it made my day... especially the black Santa. Then the 2nd shift started. IT was HORRIBLE. We had a really shitty staff, I was floater, everyone and their mother needed help; YEAH... IT WAS PRETTY GAY. I was worn out from the day, the entire week... the entire month. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Hah.
Then Tristan called me again and harrassed me about earlier in the day, saying he still loves me, and some other crazy shit. Again, I get upset. I tried not to let it bother me too much. Went over to Erin's until Tom came and got me. Went to Justin's. Played pool and staff with Justin, Pat, and Kim... annd Hillary almost dying on the exercise jaun. Thenn I was half-asleep on Justin's couch. Oh what fun... came home at almost 4, I think. It was exhilarating.
TODAY: Hah... work... again. Actually made it in on time (not Tom). Old people are dumb. I work the big Jew dinner and milked the clock until about 7. Now, I'm extremely tired. I think I'm going to sleep.
posted by ewectwonic @ 8:06 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:58 PM,
Tom! said…
A few things things, god thats pink, change the last sentence so it says time, not Tom, and yes, relax, its ok, just get another guy, and that will end your troubles, also, refuse to talk to him, don't answer your phone. That is a mistake that ou seem to make over and pver, and the same results seem to prospire. Don't give in, and don't let it get in.
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