I have decided that I do not want to work anymore.
I looked up some information and I could totally be a mail order bride!! I could have some creepy, horny white guy work his ass off while I spend all his money. I mean, yeah, he’d probably be gross and have no social skills….but really–
does it even matter anymore?
I guess I’m just getting frustrated with my job. I was pulling my hair out today because my job is so HARD sometimes and I would get back to back cases that would take me an hour to solve. Goddammit. So, i figure the easy way out is to be a mail order bride. I’m filipina…hence mail order bride material, yes?
Well, other than that, I went to the gym today with my friend John who is now my gym buddy. I have never seen him with a tanktop but when i did—HOLY SHIT. The kid is hot! Like, I never knew. However, he is untouchable and I already have him as my party pseudo boyfriend [he will accompany me to parties and he will tell everyone he is my sex slave. I must, however, return the favor and accompany him to bars downtown and say I am HIS sex slave]
I think it all works out in the end. I want to get paid for all the hours I try to straigten my hair. I put in THREE hair products and nothing straightens out my hair.
But I am in good mood. Good ol’ gym and good ol’ endorphins. In timberlake fashion “I’m lovin’ it”
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