The Secret Recipe is Awesomeness.

Well, to be honest, no idea what those secret 11 herbs and spices are, nor do I care; DESPITE having always had this plan when I saw commercials to work for KFC and learn because I had to make the chicken.

Anyhow, a certain person has been talking more crap, and now doesn't deserve a title or even a gender. And the girls I work with? As bad as my senior class. Sigh.

Buffy has rain-soft fur. I could pet her for hours.

Currently have a bit of vertigo, or traces of it. Awoke with it and likely will rest with it. Falling left, no fun.

I am no one's puppet. But I'd rather be called a puppet than be called your friend.

My bed creaks with the same exact note my computer beeps when something is plugged in. Driving me a tad bit loco.

I learned the word eclectic from RuneScape. I also learned the composition of several metals, the word 'ore', and...a LOT from it, to be honest. Not sure how it is now, but it honestly used to be fairly educational.

I love Buffy...not sure what I'd do without her.

Someone told Erica that she and I may get fired soon. And that the reason my hours have been horrid is because of that, and because my boss would favor said person over me. When I heard I might be getting fired, I worried. When I learned said person was the sourve of this rumor, my worry left me. The boss will be hearing about this.

Supervisors should not speak derogatorily about their co-workers/employees. It is unprofessional. Gina will also hear about this. Said employees also heard about this. I am not a tattler, I am simply not the type to let unkind words be said behind the backs of those who have done nothing but kind things for me.

The thing of a person who has been ruining my life for quite some time now thinks I am a puppet, that the boss favors it over me, and that I stalk it. It wishes it was worth my time. I only ever speak of it to ensure it does not spread its disgusting tendrils into my long-since formed friendships.

I'm sick of bitches and I'm sick of the thing.

If getting raped by a cactus meant it would suffer for all the bad it has done and all the lies it has spread and people it has hurt, I would gladly have it done.

It doesn't seem aware I'm getting more hours and that the reason my hours failed was due to new employees being trained and my limited time frame for working. It needs to get of its high horse. It needs to look down and realize being a dick won't make it any bigger.

Buffy has decided my sketchpad is her new pillow. God damn her xD But I wuv her. It's too bad. Here's to hoping the taint that is that "thing" slowly fades from my life now. That or becomes a jelly mold for my toast.

HOPE~