This is the third time this week that I pulled an all nighter at work. I'm barely surviving on caffeine and nicotine. Lately I wake up in the morning thinking I want to die. Ughh, somebody just shoot me.
Had the worst lunch ever. Not only did we wait forever to get the food served, this stupid waiter spilled coffee on my jacket. I can't believe they had the nerve to charge us full price. A bunch of amatures.
It was all good until some asshole in the neighborhood call the cops. Complained that the music was too loud. The cop that came by just told us to keep it quiet. I think he was just playing nice to get along with the ladies. Pervert.
It really pisses me off when I see people laughing and smiling happily, especially on weekends because though I try to keep myself busy, I always end up having nothing to do and it's so boring to spend the time alone. I think I'm the only person who hates weekends.
Just got back from snowboarding in Italy. I thought the trip would be fantastic but it was no good. People were rude and snow was too wet. I was so exhausted by dealing with really trivial, stupid matters. Then my flight was cancelled due to strike.
