Fathers Day!

I had work, from 1230 to 930. FUHMAHLIFE. I wanted to cry D=

And my boss is a scrub yo, she be stealing money from me. Little tramp bitch. hahaha. I always get like, 10 dollars short on tip. WTF. That's why I need a new job! Any suggestions =D

I always think of things to blog about during my day, but when I actually write, I'm like damn yo, what was I gonna say? hahahaha.

Do you ever feel like you want to just stop doing what you're doing, and run away? I find myself constantly thinking about it. I just want to drop whatever I'm holding at work, and say "Fuhdishshit". I just want to drive away, drive somewhere far and just relax. Relax and not care about anything around me. I just want to feel free of bullshit.

Time to get ready foar bedz. Goooooodnight!