Who knew my subconscious could be such a bitch?

At the end of the day, you are who you are, and it's probably who you've always been.


Dear Mall Patrons,


I would appreciate it if you didn't treat me like your mother, maid, housekeeper, personal assistant, or bag holder. Last I checked I do not work for you, my paychecks come from my store. I am not there to be your personal slave so don't talk to me like a five year old, I can speak grown up quite fluently. Don't address me as "hey you!" or "uhm excuse me?" - if you would like assistance, walk up to me and ask politely, don't assume I can hear you over the music and screaming baby - start being realistic.


Thanks.




Spring break where are you? I really don't think I can wait until Thursday. Midterms - eww I just threw up in my mouth a little. Already? It was just Christmas like what? three days ago?


COUNTDOWN ON. 5 days. :D


Ohh, my most listened to song today was Just Tonight by The Pretty Reckless. Their album Light Me Up is pretty good, check em' out.