Wal-Mart

Working at wal-mart has shown me that people can find ANY reason to complain. The air smells like fabric softener, "Can you make it stop?" sure thing miss, i'll just gather up all the atoms of fucking softener that have been released.

and another thing, wtf, am i really that sad and ugly? FUCK! at least one i should have. never shall i go out and make it a reallity,
I wonder what her last name was, we were getting along so well, ha! it's a sign.


Hopefully the sober me will give some sorta answers on most of this. I hate the truth.

but really, wtf is it?