Stupid, stupid, stupid little Mangofarmer 2002-11-11 - 8:10 p.m.
Dammit all to hell. They called me in to work tomorrow 9:15-5. And I agreed. To work in the shoe department. The SHOE department, home of ugly-ass bitch boots and scary, scary ladders. Yes, I know I have no life right now and therefore nothing better to do, but really, what was I thinking?
So my point is, no alcohol for me tonight. Damn.
Also, the skin is peeling off the scars on my heels from the nasty little Mary Jane incident. Shoes are bad. Oh my but tomorrow will not be fun.