my phone

is a piece. i hope it dies a terrible death. like maybe someone can run it over with their car or something. i lost valuable memories. ok, really, they were just really funny text that i didnt want to delete. like from a couple of days ago. looking at old text makes me happy. but now, thanks to the tmobile freakin qing, i cannot not set adrift on memory bliss. thanks a lot wing. i hope you burn in hell.

on a lighter note, dinner tonight with jf, ryan, bernadette(?), and matt as our server was quiet fun if you ask me. as the night went on, i realized, ryans and matts friendship reminds me of mine and nikkis friendship: ridiculous. but in a good way. it was funny. i giggled inside. eatin good in the neighborhood was fun. never would go to applebees if i had a choice but since matt works there, ill go with jf.

i think my foot is broken. it hurts all the time. its not really broken, it is just always in pain. its from working all these freakin hours. man i hate work. and i want my nose pierced again but because i joiuned the starbucks cult, i am not allowed. poor me. i am just going on and on about my life but its ok cause its my blog. you dont need to read this if you dont want to. i love reading other peoples blogs. especially when they are funny. to me at least. haha.

2 more days till the weekend. a couple more days until jesus' birthdeezy. and a couple more days until the week that i work everyday. what a great life i live.

peace.