Does God Hate Me Or Just Send Me Shitty Omens?
I swear, something is against me. I get a job that pays fairly decent, working warehouse help for 9/hour. Not too shabby, nothing spectacular by any means though. So I work the bitch work, I do what I'm told, because I dont get a say in what happens around the store. Fine, I can cope with that. So what happens? I get laid off. Just like, 2 days ago I finally worked out a budget from this job, and BOOM. Laid off. Head office says "we aren't busy enough for extra people" yeah LICK MY FURRY WHITE ASS. Now I really have no choice but to either get a student loan or line of credit, neither of which I'm particularly enthused to do. But it doesnt matter what I do, unless I got a job that paid 20/hour I'd never make up for lost time now. I'm so screwed. Why? Really, why does this happen? Am I not supposed to be out of debt till I'm 30 or something? Am I not supposed to finish multimedia? Give me a freakin answer here. God almighty. So I'm not in the best of moods, in case you havent noticed. The only high point lately is I've gotten to hang out with (insert name: bluefairy) for the last couple weeks like, 3 times a week. Its been fun. she's hot, cool, and she plays rugby :D hehe. So yeah, thats been about the only upside. I'm going to hang out with her after I type all this hubbub out. Maybe she'll cheer me up. If it can be done. Probably. I need to get drunk. NO. NO NO NO. yes. NO. dammit. *cries* No, I didnt really cry, I'm at the public fucking library what did you expect. Asshole. So now I need to find a job, and I refuse to work food again. I really dont want to take out my lip ring to get a server job but I suppose I will if I have to. GRRRR. I lost my rant. Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Fuck you too.

