Sunday, Dec. 08, 2002

Shit I am tired.

Shit I am tired.

I need to write something, anything. I am tired as hell. I hate work. So why the hell am I online then? Shit, don't ask me. I don't know why I do the things I do.

My friend Kenya was down this weekend. I couldn't do nothing with her on Friday night but last night was a blast. The usual festivities occured. Like drinking, drinking, and more drinking. It was me, her, Mimi, Daniel, Johnny, and a couple of Daniel's friends. I don't remember much of anything, that usually happens when I drink. I do remember though that Daniel and I were playing around and he pushed me down in a way that made my back pop like in 704385 places. And now I have this huge ass knot in my back and it hurts like a bitch.

Well school is finally over for me. Which reminds me I need to check my grades while I am online. Let's do that shall we?

Well since there is no school I am totally devoting my time to work now. And he (my manager) finally put me to do something OTHER than cashiering. I am learning how to slice. I think thats cool, if you don't sooooooooory.

Anyways I am going to go nite nite. Shit I am tired.