I HATE MY FUCKING JOB.
A friend of mine recently came out.
He was out to me and a few others, but he didn’t want to deal with being the only out gay in our high school. That would have been hell. He’s prompted discussions and some thinking on my part. That’s just what I need: more thinking.
I am so fucking hungry.
I just scheduled classes for my first semester of college. I couldn’t be happier. :)
I’m totally prepared for the scary gay and black people of Lexington. I know that it’s a “big adjustment” from all the straight bigots in the LC, but I can probably handle it. You know, considering that I’m actually pretty up on the gay community there. It does exist, under all of the closetedness. You don’t know me. Don’t make comments about how I need to...
Attention citizens! Attention citizens!
My grandmother smokes. That is all. Thank you, citizens! Thank you citizens!
"Flaming homo in the drive-thru!"
My manager and I, along with about five other people I work with, were talking about how this one guy who we used to work with is secretly gay. It’s kind of the funniest thing ever. The other day, she walks over and says, in this secret-code kind of voice, “Flaming homo in the drive-thru.” I was totally confused, then I looked over. There he was. We laughed forever.
I'm a grown up.
I cleaned out my arts and crafts cabinet because I’m a grown up. Grown ups don’t need construction paper and crayons. I’m going to college. I’ll have no use for those things in college. :D
"Remember who you are."
You don’t know who I am. You never have. If you did know, you’d hate me.
Your old best friend is here. Have fun without me.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from work, it’s that people suck. Customers are assholes, coworkers are assholes, everyone is an asshole. I don’t like people. They should be more like puppies. Dogs are always friendly. They are always happy to see you. They are always in a good mood. If I worked with puppies, I’d be much happier.
I'm going to college.
I bought towels for my dorm today. People at work keep coming up to me and saying, “I heard you were the valedictorian.” They finally realize that I’m not an idiot fast food worker. I graduate tomorrow. I’m so excited about life.