My industrial is healing, very well actually. Nothing ever went wrong and the most pain I felt was probably the process of the piercing itself. I’m wanting to change this fatass bar and put in a new one.
School just started and I’m hoping I’ll pass because either my classmates are really stupid and not very good advisors or this class is as hard as they’re telling me. Taking this semester lightly because of work…. speaking of. Got food poisoning on wednesday because I ate a salad there.. uh yeah. And I know my managers don’t believe it just like they wouldn’t believe any reason why someone would call in sick, fucking bitches.
Shit at home is gettin real and I think I worry way too much about my parents and their problems than they do. I can’t help it. I’m a concerned daughter unlike the middle deadbeat child who thinks she’s living young and wild and free.
Back to homework…
| January 30, 2012 |