20.12.06
so shitty.
So if it isn't shitty enough that I get woken up out of a really needed sleep to go and open the store, my boyfriend gets shitty at me for doing it. But only shitty in an 'I'm not talking to you and can't confirm for you if or why I'm shitty' kind of way. The morning only got worse with shitty customers and spilling an entire cup of tea all over the counter. And then, I had to spend the rest of the day Christmas shopping. This was supposed to be my last day off for Christmas. So much for R&R.
7:09 p.m.