I actually hate work?

Today was the first day I went to work and actually hated it. I stood out in front of the neon blue Thai Kitchen sign and I didn't feel motivated at all. Maybe its because I stayed up til 4am and had to wake up at 7:10am. It could quite possibly be the fact that my dad had to point out the fact that it was my fault that I was sleepy (although I knew that...and wasn't blaming it on anyone, but myself.) I don't know...and I guess now it doesn't matter because I am home now and work was mediocore as usual.

Will called me and offered to pick me up from work. That was so nice of him. That was prime "good lookin' out." That's what I call a friend. He knows I don't have a car...and it can be hard for me to get to and from work...Good lookin' out Ofray (If you read this.) Will, Jessie, and myself made our way to Atlanta Bread company. I smelt like nasty ol' Thai food. Which sucked, but what was I suppose to do? The food at ABC is very expensive and doesn't look like large portions, but I guess its nice and fresh...and you pay for the enviornment too.

After eating ABC I needed to take a trip to the hair care place. I finally decided that I'm going to dye the tips of my hair. I'm very excitied, but also very scared. I hope I don't fuck it up. I honestly can see myself messing up, but I could always just dye that part black again right? So it isn't that big of a deal. I bought some more beeswax and oil and we rolled out.

Now I'm at home talking on AIM and listening to Casey Jones. Today was pretty "meah" but I have two off days back to back before I have to close everday this weekend. Oh well...I better get rested up. Holla! [x]