Sunday

Aunt picked me up. As usual she gave me that little speech about stick to my education fuck men they're worthless and to find my own happiness. She's so bitter. Cannot blame her though. Then she told me she tried getting a job at the morgue before she became a teacher, but she had to go to some special school so it didn't happen. But said they get paid good money and maybe I should consider it. Ha. Weird.

I hate black socks. They make my feet look all dirty.
I wish I knew how to use a razor. My bangs need a trim.

I'm bitter as hell.
I have a headache and I want to shower.
And I still have another bathroom to clean.


I'm eating all my cousin's banana nut muffin's. I want fat burger but we're eating at King Taco.