Hard few nights at work… time for some ravioli and a seee-garr
Good day. Slept well. Cleaned. Felt accomplished. Boyfriend suprised me with dinner. Started another commission. Came home and relaxedddddd. Perfect ending to a perfect day.
Boyfriend calls from driveway and his car wont start. Spend an hour trying to fix it only to fail, and end up driving him home at 1230.
Implementing a new strategy today.
Money jar. Simple, easy, 10$ a week, spare change, and whatever else i feel like throwing in there.
A small gesture, but im already feeling my mood elevate. I only wish i did this when i was waitressing so i could put my tips in there, since they often amounted to more than my paycheck.
Until i get to leave with my buttface.
After the past few days, a week or so away from it all will be wondrous.
That i wont return to a Godly faith, its because i just spent all day being harassed by my childhood pastor, who called me a liberal sheep and a nazi for not agreeing with him.
And im worried about the only friend i have left. Because all the other ones are gone and im too awkward to make new ones. And my best friend is studying and id feel terrible if i was why he stopped. And i couldnt even get in my house once i got home from work. Im so tired. My checks are too small. I really need chocolate and a hug.
But no ones here.