Build me up, buttercup

Something I've recently come to realize bothers me A LOT is the uncalled for serenity and calmness therapists have. I don't see a therapist, last time my mom tried to plug me as a loony kid resulted in me actually becoming one. But I was watching True Life: I hate my large breasts... *ehem* and this one girl went to therapy to discuss how much her boobs made her feel bad about herself. Something to do with a scarring past involving the boobs I think...and the therapist was talking and she just had this weird "nothing-bothers-me-ever" air in her voice, and it seriously was annoying. If I were in therapy, I'd want my therapist to talk to me like a normal person, and I'd honestly feel kinda like I was burdening this calm, serene person with my turbulent life. Just sayin.

Is it Friday yet? I want to get PAYED. There's a shirt that I actually really want from Hollister. I know...it's embarrassing. But this is what it looks like...you know...because you all care.

And since I'm broke as fuck, I called daddy dearest to come visit me at work tomorrow...and maybe he'll want to buy his favorite child a present. For being so wonderful and working so hard. Melissa will come too, I guess...she should buy me one in another color. This will all go according to plan if there are any left in size XS. This isn't looking too good because the last 2 were there a few days ago, and I saw one go right before my eyes. But maybe they got more in...Fingers crossed.

Speaking of daddy dearest, I had a dream last night that my dad got a Facebook, and I declined his friend request right in front of him. I'm such a bitch.

HOT- Detoxing! I plan to do this soon. I've been eating too much crap lately. Taco Bell I love you...but I hate you.

NOT- Eating Taco Bell alone...on a Friday night...in your car.

-Shelby <3