soi just got back from a 15 hour shift at the goddamn c-store. the guy who works from 6-2 didn't show up so i got to work from 11 am till 2 am. fucking hell. i want to go to sleep but i drank iced tea all night to stay awake for the assholes who come into the c-store and try to make my life a living hell. honestly, it's always something. we never have what anyone wants, there are never lids for the coffee, the drinks aren't cold enough, everything's overpriced,not enough healthy options, we don't have fucking soymilk, the music's too loud...i could go on. at one point i started to write out a sign that said "i don't give a shit if we don't have what you want,love ash" but i thought better of it.

and everyone takes fucking forever to figure out what to get and then they have to yell across the tiny cell of a store to ask their friend what kind of fucking snapple they're getting. i hate everyone at this point. except for the angels who came and visited and brought me cd's and books and colored with me. hurrah for them.

BUT EVERYONE ELSE WHO CAME INTO THE C-STORE TODAY: KISS MY FUCKING ASS.

sonGs of The DaY

do you have any idea how many CD's you can listen to in 15 hours? let's see, wilco, counting crows, ladytron, the smiths, piebald, billy bragg&wilco, elliot smith, the anniversary, morrissey, the pixies...and many more! christ.