Today is Friday, pay day. It’s a natural reflex for me to be excited for payday, though I shouldn’t be, because I still have like six more weeks of giving my mom 100 dollars. I think it’s six, I’m not even sure really. So, I’ll have like six dollars this week again probably. Yay hour cuts! Kind of glad though, apparently the lady who makes my schedule thinks I’m one of the best cashiers :)

I don’t know why young men with children that I have never officially met try to take me to clubs. Just sayin’. If I go to a club I want to be drunk, and not around you.

Today I am supposed to hang out with Robbie after work because I haven’t seen him in weeks. Saturday Steven wants to hang during the day, and Sam at night, but it’s Josh’s birthday celebration sooooo…oops I’m overbooked. Should probably move some stuff around. Sunday is left for the others that keep asking to hang out, depending on my work schedule. What happened to 10th grade Laura that used to sit at home cause all of her friends were assholes?

I miss you and it sucks cause I did it to myself. Sorry :/