Oh lover let me sleep, on your couch...

Three hours 'till work is over. I'm so tired. And broken-ish.I was five minutes late today but the bosses were ten. That's what I call team effort. Its freaking hot in here. I just drank... some tea. I dunno what kind. Green Zen Tazo, or something. Now my mouth is all... grindy. Grindy? I kinda want the phone to ring. I'm bored. Keisha, my boss, is so nice. One of her orchids died today. Yes, in fifteen degree weather, imagine. But they've been lovely for the past two weeks until today. We walked in to find that the plant had one little old, shriveled bulb. Are they called bulbs? Oh... and we got Regina ticketsssss! ...Not Keisha and I, but Carly, Aela, Judith and I. Hells yes. I have to read a book on Aids today. If they have it in the storrreee... I have to stop doing that.

In other news, bleh! I forgot... what this bleh was in regaurds to. Oh! I don't get paid until the end of the month. And then I have to fork up ALL my money toward a plane ticket. How loser-y. My roommate keeps complaining about not having a debit card, which she LEFT in Washington, D.C, but her dad keeps sending her money orders anyway. Try having a debit card with no money on it. And having parents who can't send you money. And being responsible about your shit. Yeah. That's right. Don't even talk to me.