I thought about it long and hard... And I refuse to date just any stank man. Seriously though. I've been in several long term relationships and maybe that's just who I am as a person, a long term kinda gal. I refuse to compromise who I am to accommodate other people, I am not Burger King and you cannot have it your way. I understand where my girls are coming from and I love them regardless of their ill advice, but I just can't do it. I'm not someone to fake the funk and pretend I love you when I don't. I talked to Jason (a very good and lovely friend of which my relationship with is strictly platonic) yesterday and I thought about him and who he is as a person, his character, his values and beliefs, and I thought and pondered to myself and after a long while I came to the conclusion that I want to wait for someone like him to be with, and I think that I can wait for someone like him. I mean don't get it twisted everyone has their flaws and he's not perfect (no offense if you read this dear), but I think I can work it out, I can accept that cards that were dealt to me and work it out. As a Christian I am peculiar in Christ and my belief and conviction is what makes me uncommonly good. I may get lost along the way, but it is what it is. And everything is everything.


God is Love.


Happy Sunday.

Work was insane today. Jessica my bald headed scally wag looney assistant manager cursed me out. It was pretty intense. I binded up that devil in Jesus name. It wasn't even really all that serious. I was actually laughing for the majority of her yelling which I think only added fuel to her flames... But I mean c'mon... It was a very laughable situation. She's been in Texas for the last week, and we've been having our Summer Clearance Sale so it's pretty much been bananas in our store and super disheveled, anyways, I came in on my day off to cover for Amy who had something to do today I'm back in the fitting room, opposed to my normal cashiering station. But anyway so I get to work at 3 today and clearance is a hot stinking mess, so I recruit one of the new gals Olivia to help me just pick everything off the floor, I thought that'd be a simple enough task, turns out we end up retrieving two shipping carts FULL of things off of the floor in clearance alone. So I ask my favorite co-worker Jerry if we could get another shipping cart, and he's like no because logistics needs them and I'm like okay. So Olivia and I trot back to the fitting room and open one the the last doors and voila!, a shipping cart (and no shipping is not meant to be shopping) so we're super stoaked and go back to what were doing when Godzilla a.k.a Brandi another assistant manager comes and is like give me my cart back NOOOWWW... And it's full of crap and I'm hot and starting to sweat and I'm wearing a dress and I'm just mad, so I run back to the fitting room and empty an entire shipping cart full of clothes on the floor and the pile goes up to about my knees, lock the door, and go about my merry business. So the rest of my shift goes by and Jessica comes in and I decide that I should tell her about the huge pile that's sitting in the room, but she keeps snubbing me and acting like I'm beneath her, so I waited until about 10:00 when I knew she'd want to leave and I tell her again, and she runs in the fitting room in a mad rage and shouts out all kinds of four letter words at me, going on and on about her store and yada yada yada, when only seconds before Dee walks in on her talking mucho smack about  her job and working at our store. So she keeps yelling at me, so I decide to walk back to the the room where all the clothes are and just start putting them back and singing Cruella De'ville really loudly and then I take a break and chuckle for a little bit and then the other girls head back and join me and they start to snicker and she's still cursing and I'm literally 3/4 of the way down with the pile when she declares an emergency meeting, she than goes on and on, on this tangent talking about how she's the money maker of our store and that she's not a nice person and that if we're lazy she'll send us home, which is all horse caca because all she does is count the till at closing, so I'm just like okay... we done here? So Dee, Olivia, and I head out to our cars and Jess and Stacie are standing infront of the store sucking on cancer sticks talking mucho crap about us and we leave and go get theatre popcorn....

Yeah The End. I was going to write more, but I'm sleepy...

P.S.
I don't sweat the small stuff and today was a lessoned learned, I'm still happy, and looking forward to what tomorrow brings!