Don’t try this at home

Worked forever today. I was so happy that I wore my tie dye hooded shirt underneath my tight black sweater, but my manager made me hide the hood. Millions of bracelets and rings, hair wild, huge earrings, and I felt so great. I’m still happy and it’s great. No hunger, no pain, no anything cos I feel so goddamn perfect.

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My collar bones are sticking out more than they were this morning, I swear… so is my stomach though. Another unsuccessful day. I wanted more great looking people to come in so I could just look at them. And a few did, a few guys, a few girls. Ya know, I like both sometimes. 

I kept looking at this wig that would look so much better with my costume than the one I bought. I WANNA TRY IT ON but it’s against health code so ummm. I’m going to do it hush hush on Saturday. I’ll just smuggle it into the bathroom or something. I mean, I cannot be expected to buy it without seeing what it looks like. And, uhhh, I wash my hair on the daily so I doubt I have any hair-borne viruses. 

I left my sketch book in the office at work! OH NO! It’s pretty damn private and I just forgot to take it out of my bag before I got in Dad’s car so I would be stupid to leave it for him to read. Oh well. It’s pretty decent. Maybe that cute kid at work will look at it. HA HA. I need to meet someone my own age.

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My thoughts are all jumbled. My ass looks great tonight. My work uniform is black and khaki. I think I can handle it. I need mooooore khaki though. Oh, and black tops. 

I

am

babbling.