Thanks Patty for feeling my pain and leaving me some guestbook love. You rock.

So at work they are forcing me to work an hour of overtime every single day for the month of January. Slave driving bastards. The plan is for everyone to work a half an hour before and a half an hour after their regular shift. All this means to me is that on Saturdays, because I am a closer, there's no way for me to work a half an hour after my shift. They have remedied this by making me come in an hour BEFORE my fucking shift. 8:00am! On a SATURDAY!!!! This is just wrong people. Wrong. Plus, Kai doesn't believe in overtime, it's like, against my religion. Like getting blood from a friggin rock. God, I just need to finish college, get a degree, and get a job where I am noones bitch.

So on Friday my dad called while I was at work. He got my voicemail, cause, yeah, work. But, the reason he was calling was so that I could talk to my new little sister. Um, scuse me, but WTF? You don't just spring that on someone, you know? Jeeze. Maybe I'm not ready for forced bonding? What the fuck am I supposed to say to her anyway? "Hi there, hear we have 50% of the same chromosomes?" A little prior warning would have been nice. And maybe if someone would ask if I even want to talk to this kid. Cause, I don't. Seriously. I'm just not in that place yet. But anyways...

New Years Eve was fun. Went and hung out with Jason and Steve and Mike and all the rest of the guys that we just don't see anymore. When we got there, Steve and Brad were outside breathing fire. No, seriously. Fire. They stopped for a moment when the aroma of burned hair started to fill the air. But then, it became a class, where they taught the other stupid guys how to do it. I taped it all. If only I knew how to get that online... Anyways, but yeah, it was my most sober NYE in years, but decent just the same.

OK, I'm gonna jet, I just got home a little while ago, and I totally have to pee. Then, I'm off to play The Sims, later days.
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