Grocery store gangsta, once again. Had training this morning, start on Saturday =) Good things to come, I hope. I went crazy without a job.

Oh, and I’m gunna get a new job and get my GED and make something out of myself. Job hunt starts tomorrow. Also, Fashion school, maybe? Something. IDK. I’m done with this life-ennui bull. Time to pick up the pieces, and be good.

Well, my sister and I are back at my parent’s officially until we find a new apartment, pyscho free. Shit sucks, but neither of us could be in that environment any longer. Our roommate went psycho [again], and … yeah.

I knew moving with her in the first place would be bad news, but … I don’t know. I should have known better.

Cross yr fingers?

Shit just got even more complicated and I feel it is my duty to help. And it’s not. But that’s a thug’s nature.

Everyone else > myself. Always and forever.

Can’t help it.

I will gladly pay anyone to come over here right now and kill these fruit flies.

Where the hell is my little moleskine? O_o

I’m so nervous - it’s got very private things inside and it still hasn’t sunken in that it’s lost.

Until now.

Gosh golly.

I feel like this is very grammatically incorrect, too. Now I’m even more pissed.

Weird.

I honestly have a feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything and everyone else.

So far, the playoffs are going exactly how I want them to, for once* =) At least one thing is going right in my life right now. Pff.

*Besides the lack of my Pistons. But we all knew that wouldn’t happen this season.

Spent half-time having a conversation consisting of only Britney Spears song titles via-Facebook chat.

Back to the game.