I am in the middle of auction hell. 10 days of 12-16 hour shifts. No over time (fuck being on salary) and everyone being a big bitch.
The guy I like is still fucking other chicks. God dammit. My co-worker/friend went over and he had a curtain up separating the living room from the hall because he had "company" earlier that day. Not me of course. I had seen him that day too. I am so damn tired of crying every fuckign day over this shit. I have never had a guy who just liked me. Its always a competition and I always seem to lose.
I still don;t have a place to live
The bank doesn't want to raise my credit limit.
I am so damn lonely.
My "best friend" yelled at me for "not having time to take care of" the cat she bought me without asking if I wanted it. She yelled because "i never clean up after the cat" when A) shes watched me clean up after the catS more than once b) its not my cat making the fucking mess. She refuses to tell the other rommate this shit. apparently she will yell at me for no reason but I have to take it up with the other roommate. She is a fucking psycho.
My boss called me Buckwheat. One more reason I am quitting once this auction is over. What a piece of trash.
He was trying to intimidate me. Bragging that after auction i have to work pick up and pay with all the angry druggies and drunks. Try riding the subway in NYC at 4 am, loser. I have to work while they go on vacation. Yeah fucking right. I can;t wait to leave this racist nightmare.
I remember when peopel told me that these would be the best days of my life.
God help me if they are.
1:39 p.m. - 2005-06-16
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