I need a job. I took the time off of work at Bell's in January, but I don't think I can afford to go, let alone know how to get there. Bah.

I think I have now broken almost all of the ten commandments. This should solidify my spot in hell, if I believed in it.

I'm going to go shower and try to brush the dreds out of my hair. And then go to work. And try not to explode.

This one goes out to Helen Cooper...

Pockets, pockets, pockets,
Everybody's got 'em;
You can put stuff in 'em,
And they hold a lotta stuff!

Barack!

I haven't been this happy in a really long time.

Hey there, little man...

...Get outta my frying pan, I got bigger fish to fry than you.

Back! I've had too much drinking to do to write on this thing.

I miss Lincoln, but it sure is beeeeeautiful here right now. It's like, 78 degrees today. FER REALZ.

I just got handed some new music, so that's pretty fun.

I've completely given up on that dreamy boy. Like, for real this time. Promise. I've moved onto bigger and better trouble. And I definitely mean trouble. Ask me about it sometime.

I slept until 1 p.m. today. I'm still in my pajamas. I sure do love days off. If you haven't yet, here are some things you should do this week:

1) Listen to The Ditty Bops
2) Eat a peanut butter and pickle sandwich
3) Give someone a high-five.
4) Drink some whiskey.
5) Write me a letter or draw me a picture and mail it to me! That would be super fun.

Why I can't stop having a crush on him:

Him: "blah blah blah, now it's ours" in reference to something in the kitchen to a fellow employee.

Me (Over hearing this, and interrupting): No milk will ever be, our milk.

Him: But they donst gotsta know about it.

And bam! Back there again.

Fkjretertmgls.

Guh.

I think I'll try to avoid him at all costs for the rest of my life.

Someone come distract me, please!

You MUST wear your sunglasses in the bar.