AntiCramp

Im working over 40 hours a week and not even making $600 evry two weeks. How shitty is what I say. On a funny note , I've noticed I tend to take on the accents  of cutomers at work. :S. Im going to the Renaissance Festival  wooowoot. I'm spenging like $20 every week on sappy vampire/werewolf/witch/sci-fi romance novels. I'm starting to make myself go ewwww. The first spider arrived, OMG it was barely visible and i sreamed like a banshee. Im such a vagina. the kitchen staff calls me gordita at work, i guess its better then gorda , but still.   


 I wish I was 5 or 90 but I love me so its all good night night nighty night

Ughh, I hate this time of night. Tired, laying in bed alone thinking about everything I have to get done tomorrow, but too awake to fall asleep. I really should be use to it by now, it's how almost every night goes for me. 

Tomorrow I'm going to visit the mums and take some boxes down. I'm moving home for a bit; so I can pay off some bills and hopefully save up enough money to get out of AZ. There's nothing here for me other than my mother that is. I'm thinking about moving to Chicago, it just seems like a good idea. I'm poor at the moment,  but I hope to be able to save up enough money to go to an Art Institute. When I'm driven, I work pretty damn hard for what I want. 

I had lost my lust for life but its slowly creeping back to me, just one of those things I guess.

Reading my words I just realized I'm very random even when I'm focused. Ahh well, guess ill go to bed