Yeah I hate it when people put “RIP ______” when they didn’t even know the person. A really close relative of mine passed and so many people who didn’t know him had his name on their facebooks…it’s ridiculous. I’m so sorry for your loss :(
thanks girly. I don’t really post anything about, but it just bothers me that people pretend to care. people who don’t even know anything about her. that kid probably ONLY knows what he posted. Her name, and her years of life. Oh and my sister.
Is especially bothers me that he would say he didn’t care what my sister asked him to remove it. Have some respect dude.
this jeremy kid is the one i was talking about earlier, about my mom on his facebook.
what. an. idiot. Hannah is my sister, for the record.
if he actually cared he would listen to what her family wanted. MOTHERFUCKER DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HER.
i know its not a big deal. but if he wanted to offer sympathy he could just talk to my sister or whatever, instead of posting it on his facebook page. It really bothers me, and this is like the third person who i saw to have it. You didn’t even know her. And you don’t even respect her family, so why are you going have RIP her name, and years of life listed on your page like you knew and respected her?
i feel so much need to go shopping tomorrow. MORE SHIRTS I NEED, MORE SHIRTS.
I HONESTLY HAVE ENOUGH THOUGH. OH GOD, I HOPE I DON’T ACCIDENTALLY GO SHOPPING AGAIN, WHICH HAPPENS QUITE OFTEN. YOU SEE I HAVE FREE TIME AND I END UP WANDERING INTO STORES AND FINDING SALES AND THEN I JUST HAVE TO BUY SOMETHING CAUSE IT’S SO BOMB ASS SALE LIKE BUY ONE GET ONE FOR A DOLLAR. LIKE WHO IS GOING TO PASS THAT UP? SRSLY? OR SNEAKERS FOR $20? OR JEANS FOR $15? SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME.
So at work yesterday I was flyering for awhile. And there were TONS of boy scouts. TONS. and my friends and I were like oh, okay, what is going on right now? Why are they all here? So I stopped one, and I was like, “Hey! Hey you, why are so many of you here?” So one of them stops with his two friends, and he was like, “Oh it’s gamboree.” And I was like Oh, and at this point of time I notice his name tag says ROBIN HOOD. So my friend was like, “You’re name is Robin Hood?” and he was like, “No…”
But everyone elses name tag had their real names. So if his name was really Robin Hood I don’t even know. Anywho,
So then he goes, “And my friends and I are from Salt Lake, Utah.” And then one goes, “Except me, I am from Maine.” And I was like cool story bro.
So then Robin Hood goes, “So my friends and I are….troop 719 from Salt Lake City, and I want to give you one of these, we are supposed to.”
And he was so awkward omg. He had to be like 15 or 16. LOL.
SO HE FUCKING GIVES ME A WOODEN “FRIENDSHIP COIN”. I was like Oh…ok. Well TALK TO YOU NEVER AGAIN.
But then my friends decided they wanted some too, so we started asking other scouts about friendship coins, and show them mine. And literally NONE of the other troops knew what the fuck a friendship coin was. So, we were like we have to find someone from the same troop, then we spotted some boys in the yellow 719 troop hats. And my friends literally tried to chase them down, but failed.
But they didn’t track them down, sadly. So they didn’t get friendship coins.
Any who, so I am now a life long friend with a boy who may or may not be named Robin Hood from Salt Lake City, Utah.
Around 5:50 my coworker Isabal says to me, “Wanna go to the office to get tattoos, pens and close out sheets?” And of course I was like, “Fuck yeah!” So I start to leave, but she yells out the door that I have to hurry cause the office closes at six. So I am like fuuuuck. So I practically run there.
Granted, it is not that far at all. But it takes at least 15 minutes to walk, usually. If you go at a normal pace, but I didn’t have time to mess around like that. So I speed walk like a nutcase and I get in the elevator and see I have a missed call from Isabel, so I call her back while going up. All the while I am sweaty and red in the face. You get the picture. So she answers, and I am in the hallway outside the office. She thinks I’ve never been there before so she tells me that they are actually open until 7 and that I need to use G-force to open the door cause it sticks and is heavy.
So I get off the phone like ok, ok. I will use all my G-force to open the door. So I grab the handle, and push it as hard as I can. Expect while doing this I notice the door is opening easily, and before I know what is going on I am stumbling into the office, screaming, “OH MY GOD!” and practically running over my coworker Patrick. It was terrible. So I just look like some nut who does not know how to open doors.
You see, while I was on one side of the door opening it with all my might, Patrick was on the other side also opening it. So the door opens into a hallway so no one except me and Patrick knows what happened, but as I walk in I can see Tom, the owner, look around like what just happened? And then everyone is like omg do you want to sit down? Do you need a drink? You look tired! and I am like no guys, I just ran here cause Isabel said you close at 6. And they are like no…we are open til 7. And then I am jsut super embarrassed about everything.
So I get my pens and some tattoos. But they didn’t have close out sheets so I made up my own when I got back to the ticket booth.
This has been a dramatic story telling by me.
Oh then after work I went with Isabel to Anne Taylor so she could get khaki pants. And omg neither us had seen that much khaki in one store. Ever.
so last night it was like some old guys bday party~ so i went with my friend josephine and be boyfriend james and his brother rory. and omg rory has this thickest irish accent i have ever heard in my entire life. anywho, so at this bar they had the BEST chicken quesadillas everrr. and they didn’t card me so and it was going good. people were talking/having fun and until they were like oh~ its poetry night~ so we all had to be quiet and polite like we were there to hear them. and some poems were so bad. and then these two ladies where whispering to each other so this girl stops in the middle of her poem and goes “would you like to go outside? you can go outside, really. i don’t care” then she was like let me start that stanza over~ ugh.
so then we had to take the train back. we were in the bronx so we had to go back to soho. and haha we were wearing party hats on the train and then they just like whipped out extra cake they (rory and james) were given so we ate some. and josephine was like its a party in the train~~ and it was funny. idek and he boyfriend wanted to stand between the trains to pee but he was worried he’d get electrocuted. so he peed in a park.
and today i worked 10-10. which is you know, GREAT. not really though. i mean it was ok. and next week and the week after that they want me to be inside the ticket booth a lot which is coooool.
and tomorrow i’m supposed to go in at 3. SO AT 12:20 I AM GOING TO SEE INCEPTION!!! i figure it will get done around 2:40 so i can walk to work afterwards. i am going to go with this girl i work with who is from russia or something. not really russia, but a country outside of russia? i can’t remember but she speaks russian and she is going to college to study japanese. so