last time we talked i had a job. i was trying to figure out how to discretely wipe sweat from my face. last time we talked i gave a damn. tan lines didn't grace my body, my sandals weren't dirty. i didn't have any money.
wait, i still don't have money.
so wait, what?! you're saying, you quit your job?! why?! but you were so...
it was that bad. i'd rather not get into it again because every time i start talking about how horrible it was, i want to kill myself. bratty kids, ridiculous upsell process, horrible management, and that's just the beginning. they don't teach you dick all about photography. did i mention it was the portrait studio in walmart? yeah. okay, i think that's all i need to say.
i'm spending the rest of my summer reading books watching movies listening to music going over my isp's bandwidth limit getting high picking my nose speaking bad french playing weboggle being depressed getting fat grating my teeth making fun of my mom bbqing eating sesame snaps ignoring the girls pretending i'm the best. money can just fuck off.
so how was everyone's canada day/4th of july/summer drunkfests?
