explosive shit. day 3
In the BK bathroom. It’s noon. here’s my day so far:
1230 - blah blah blah mock interview with live-in BF who keeps telling me I don’t even like him
1am - he showers, I paint my nails and watch SVU.
2am - Go to bed (Had to finish watching SVU - It was thet great episode where that dying dude tells a priest who knows elliot that he killed his bank robbing partner and kidnaps his partners kid - but only because his partner was going to light her on fire as a baby - thus the reason he shot him in the first place)
6am-625am - CAN’T STAY ASLEEP
645am: Get up, shower, do hair, pluck eyebrows, puts hardly any makeup on - but tries to make it look super neat so it takes twice as long.
725: Finally put my pants on, yes I have been doing all this pant-less.
9:00AM - AT Prudential for my Big Girl Job Interview and HOUR early. I couldn’t even believe it because well, I’m LATE FOR EVERYTHING. I didn’t even get lost. It’s like a god send.
10:45: “Interview” ends. (It wasn’t really an interview) But I have a homework assignment - so there’s hopeI mayy have a future.
Somewhere between 11-1130am - I realize I have to go #2 (yeah I’m 24 and still can’t call it something less kiddish).
That is what I like to call a story that came full circle.
It’s 12:44pm, and I am tipsy. Going to attend my lunch plans at a dept. store with my best friend. (Plans changed. come on, read between the lines) mayybe apply for more sub jobs, mayybe get my lip peirced by a pill poppin’ (legal), leather wearing tattoo artist in the south hills.