  I felt strange all day. Like the world is spinning around me and im just standing there watching it all. I'm not sure i liked that feeling. I need more of a direction in life. I need a job. I need something to focus on rather then sitting around the house all day watching the soaps, and talk shows. I need some hobbies to. I spend way to much time doing my nails, i think the paint fumes are starting to kill brain cells.
Any suggestions? Im open to them. I made a deal with the devil today. My aunt got a data entry job to do at home. She wanted to take my computer back. I told her i would do all the work, until she could afford a new computer. I would do it all to keep the computer and for a very minimal fee. I think that im going to live to regret the deal. The plus side of my deal, any funds i make will be put on her prepaid credit card. I will then be able to shop online again, and feed my addiction to hootchie clothes. Tube Top from size appeal here i come!!! I got whoooed at today. But i am not flattered by the whooo.
My whoooer was a boy named Morton, aka Booger. Bit of history about the Boog. I had never spoken to him, the closest association i have with him is i dated a few of his friends but never met him. Though while cruising one night, he did wave Mr. Winkie at me from the sidewalk. I wasnt impressed. Like any small town, even if you dont know someone you still "know" them. I knew he had a kid with some chick, so on and so forth. Time went by and i totally forgot the guy existed. Then a few months ago during my receptionist gig, some cute guy came in. Acted like he knew me, knew where i lived, screamed "youre not so innocent" in front of my boss.
Typical day. After some investigating i discovered Booger was the cute guy. Imagine my suprise. Since then things have taken on a weird pattern. He broke up with his babies mama, came to my old work place asking about me, and i see him driving up my road every evening. All of this is met by cringes of horror. Well this evening i was outside, bending down to pick a pug up and i hear it, "WHOOOO! lookit dat ass!!! ", I glance up quick enough to see the idiot driving by, waving madly. I was horrified, my father was horrified for me. I begged the pug to rip my throat out, to no avail. Where can live go once you've been hit on by a man called Booger? 
