Genevieve's Place

Just because it seems I have a little bit of energy right now, and it probably won't last, I'll stay conscious enough to type this. Now, I can say, wow, it feels good, like an accomplishment to work an grueling eight hour shift. Ask me during my shift, I'll say shoot me now, please. The work is eh, so-so. The pain is, well, you get the idea. What with the shooting and all. Having black boogers is still something I don't think I'll get used to. Or the smell. Boo. Nothing beats getting used to smelling like something and then discovering that, well, you don't smell what you think you smell like. I still have like...a quarter to a half of the manicure that I got last week. It's gross believe me. Just be glad that I've had no contact with anyone besides family in the last long while. I'm msning with Kendra, and I haven't msned with anyone before that for about...oh two or three days. Can you see I'm miserable? I don't even get emails from people I like anymore!! ok,ok, just think of the money. That's what I keep telling myself. Whew.

Posted by Jen on Wednesday, April 20 at 1:06 AM | Permalink