Well, I'll most likely be losing my job at Record Town, due to the fact that my managers neglected to tell me they'd either be firing me or cutting my hours down to, like, ten per week, and now I'm basically fucked.
I didn't get to shower before work and I had to feel grubby all day.
Also, I'm a fucken woman and I'm fucken cranky and my fucken uterus hurts. At the moment, I am not happy about any of these things.
However...
Aaron and I went out tonight and pasted satanic-looking stickers -- bearing the name of the band Pimpadelic -- all over town. Aaron even pasted one on a cop car, and both of us stuck them onto entranceways into Bar 607, Binghamton's snootiest club, run by an obnoxious rich dude named Adam Weitsman. We had such a blast. I hope there weren't any cameras around.
And then I came home and watched "American Pie" with Jeff and his boyfriend.
How could I possibly be cranky after all of THAT?
Sorry it's such a short entry... I'm tired...
Love,
~Helena*
"...And then I turned on the TV..." --Blink-182