So.

I spent the passed week working at the mall AND the paper route and wanted to die. Also want to kill Amber for not calling the mall and telling them we were calling out sick on our last day since she fucking went out all night and got wasted and spent the rest of the morning puking her guts out. Serves her right for being so irresponsible. Who does that on a work night? Amber, because she's fucking retarded. Which is also why we're moving out of her house and back in with Charlie's family. SHE IS ALWAYS IN MY FACE.

But it's okay because living with Amber has made me appreciate so much more what it's like living there.

My birthday is soon. Super don't care though. It's always been a suckfest of a day for a few years now. Just makes me one year older. *sigh* Hopefully modeling again some day. It would be nice to have a day where I felt like I was doing something.

Started writing a new story. I have hope for this one. If anyone cares, let me know and I'll post so you may promptly thereafter, stab your eyes out.