dear diary,
tomorrow is the big day again and oh how i love thursdays anymfway but still. i went to bed with a headache and woke up with the bitch and drank tylenol last nite before bed, during the middle of the nite, and just now, and the pos is still insisting on HANGING around, at least it cant honk. my doc thinks that one of my nerves got pinched when that bastard rubbed my neck so hard- because while he may have had TRAINING, he is not a certified MASSAGE THERAPIST and an incorrectly performed intense NECK MASSAGE can do damage to the nerves that run through to your BRAIN and can cause headaches for YEARS and since ive had my headaches since MARCH/APRIL of 2006 AND BEEN RECEIVING EXTENSIVE TREATMENT SINCE THAT DATE, it is entirely possible that an IMPROPER NECK MASSAGE ON CITY PROPERTY caused my ongoing headaches.
moral of that story:
don't let a fat mf touch your neck. you could pay for it FOR YEARS AND YEARS TO COME.
im so glad i have the day off today. a vacation finally. my vest has potato soup all down the front of it and my boss said that it has to be washed and pressed before i can do my next shift. i guess the TIDE pen i stole ain't gunna do it this time, my dad wont miss that pen, and ima write to the company and suggest they make lil moist TIDE towelettes exclusively for Target. just think of the royalties ill jack in on that shit. i ordered my nametags at work. they're gunna say "Whora the Expolra" i hope i don't get in trouble. they have no sense of humor there. my boss ain't gay like my old boyfriend was.
