Whenever I see a hot girl somewhere, her boyfriend usually appears within minutes. Why, universe? Why!?
Well, except the hot hostess/greeter/whatever girl at the restaurant I went to tonight. No boyfriend magically appeared then, but I doubt she was gay... Hahaha. They never are. :( It's starting to feel like almost every hot girl ever is straight! UGH! She looked familiar; I think she was friends with the last girl I liked.
:( I hate thinking about the last girl I liked. I hope FCG doesn't end up forgetting all about me like she did... Haven't talked to FCG in about a week. I miss herrrr. I wish I was as cool as the super annoying girls who constantly hit on her on Facebook.
Also, I want iced coffee extremely badly, but it's too late to drink caffeine and I don't have any coffee here anyway. I also want to go to the BEST RESTAURANT EVER really, really, really badly, but... the only time it's open, I'm at work. Sadface.
Hmm, my life has been rather blah lately. I got some doughnuts from my grandpa, and I ate one yesterday, and it was amazing, and then a while later, I started crying for no reason, and then like 3 hours later I became really fucking energized. Also, someone on Tumblr posted a picture of a girl who looked exactly like me at first glance, and I thought she was me, and I was like, "WHAT I DON'T REMEMBER THIS PICTURE OR SUBMITTING PICTURES TO ANYTHING!" and then... I realized it wasn't actually me.
In other news, today That Fucking Guy came in and didn't even buy anything. He just sat on the stool in front of my counter and did absolutely nothing. He eventually asked me why I got paid. Umm... Because I work there. Fucking duh. But at least he didn't do anything creepy, thank goodness. Just annoying as hell. Why do people think it's just so great to pick on cashiers? I never noticed it until I became one, and now I see it EVERYWHERE!
TFG: I didn't know you worked on Fridays.
Me: Yeah, Friday is pay day!
TFG: Why do you get paid?
Me: What? Because I work...
TFG: But you don't have to have any money!
Me: Well, you kinda have to have money to, you know, buy things.
TFG: But you live at home!
OH NO GETTING A JOB AND LEARNING ABOUT RESPONSIBILITY HOW DARE I
In retrospect, I totally should've told him all about how lazy and useless and irresponsible my mother is, and how she mooches off my dad, aka her ex-husband, and how she refuses to even consider looking for something as simple as a part time job because working is "too hard" and her life is "too busy." (She sleeps until 1 p.m. every day, then proceeds to do nothing but talk on the phone and browse facebook until sunrise the next morning. Very, VERY busy, you guys.) Maybe he would've never bothered me again!
I counted all my money today. I have 500 dollars of my own now, not much but more than I've ever had, and that's 500 more than my mom has... And I can't even tell her about it because, guess what? Whenever I happen to have any money at all, SHE ASKS ME TO PAY FOR HER SHIT! Not even kidding! She's been in St. Louis for 2 weeks now and says she's coming home Sunday. I am dreading it. Today she called and asked if I got paid, and I said yes, and all I said was that I "have more money than I feel comfortable leaving lying around." I am never giving her an exact number.
I discussed this earlier tonight with my dad's girlfriend because I just had to say it to someone. It was actually not awkward at all. My mom is a giant bitch to her for no apparent reason, so it's not like she doesn't already know what kind of person my mother is.
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