Hang me up to dry, you rung me out too many times.

Surprise ending to the story: I don't care anymore!
Oh, thank you, Jesus.

On Thursday I worked the door shift for the midnight premiere of 300.
The shift was mind numbingly boring up until around 10:30 so I decided to write a note to Ashely, who was in box.
It started out as pretty uneventful, I was talking about moving out soon and having to decide on where I wanted to live. Then I told in her that I am always paranoid that the people in concessions are staring at my butt whenever I'm working door, so I always try to stand up as straight as I can and arch my back so as to make my butt look as small as possible.
This wasn't really something I wanted to broadcast, just something that occupies my head whenever I'm standing at door.
Apparently, this amused Ashley so much that she was lol-ing out loud while other people were in the box and she wanted others to know why she was laughing. So, she showed one of my managers the note--the one where I was complaining about the size of my backside and how I'm always paranoid of being watched.

Ah hahaha, outstanding.

Have you seen this?
Ball would have a heart attack and die if she came out here and saw what the kids were dressing like.
"They're showing their ankles! They're going to straight to Hell if we don't do something about this right now! Education? What education, they're in school because they need to learn how to dress modestly and behave!"
They're pushing for uniforms, I hear. She'll be the first one behind that campaign.

I sorely want to go shopping but I can't.
I hate these days; I don't need anything and I don't have any money to spend but I want to feel the satisfaction of buying something for myself.

I'm thinking I'll just go buy some candy or something. My stomach is eating itself from hunger anyway.