It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures...

I hate guys.
How they play girls against each other.
Ridiculous.

Anyway.

My mom found my pot.
I leave it in this old purse thinking that it's portable plus no one cares enough to look in it.
Well, I decided to smoke a bit before work while I was curling my hair to pass the time. I left my purse in the bathroom floor after I got done, and thought, "I need to get that when I leave."

But I didn't.

Next thing I know I'm at work and my phone goes off and there's a message from my mom saying, "I found your purse, or what I thought was your purse...NOW I KNOW WHAT YOU DO!!!"

So I feel sick. And I go home thinking I'm gonna get kicked out because it's a total disrespect of the rules.
But she doesn't even talk to me.
And when she does it's only to say that she's dissappointed and that she'll kick me out if she finds it again.

So that sucks.

She doesn't want my dad to know. She thinks it'll ruin his delusions that I'm a perfect girl. I'd rather tell him though. It's better than having him hug me and call me his "little girl" while seeing my mom roll her eyes in the background.

So she's been a jerk to me because of that. I don't blame her, but still.

On another note, Sundays at DickSuck Cafe are horrible.
Always a bunch of snotty christian people who just came from church complaining because they have to WAIT for a table. Maybe if you didn't come in with 20 people, you'd have an easier time.

But I work with this girl named Taylor.
Everyone hates her really.
She's 16 and she's immature.
All she does is complain because she's sick, she sits around and then rambles about random guys that she dates for 2 weeks and that means it's "love".
She likes to boss me around.
Taylor: *smiling at guests* "How many do you have? 5? Courtney, go sit Caleb." *thrusts menus in my face* "Oh, and wipe that table down when you come back."

*smack*

So annoying.

After going through 3 hours of that torture, I decide to swing by WalMart and get my birth control. People are parked in the fire zone by the door and it's crowded, so I think, "with the 30 seconds I'm going to be in there, I might as well just park here in this handicapped spot and run in and run out."

As I'm walking in, some big fat ghetto lady and her friend stop me.
Lady: "Where is your sticker?"
Me: *walking and ignoring*
Lady: "Excuse me, where is your sticker for that spot? Are you disabled? What if someone disabled wanted to park there?"
Me: "I'm just running into the pharmacy for 30 seconds. There's other parking spots." *walks away*
Lady: "Sometimes I wish I were a cop....You want me to call the cops??!! Do you want me to wait out here by your car while I call the cops??"
Me: *still walking away* "Do it."
Lady: *thinking I work there because Dixie Cafe's uniform is the same as WalMart's* "...I don't care if she works here....I'll still call the cops."

Why did she care sooo much?
First of all, half of my family is on disability. I know the rules. And honestly, most people on disability CAN walk farther than a handicapped parking spot.
Second of all, It took me two minutes to walk in. So why is it okay for people to park in the FIRE zone and wait for people to walk in and walk out, but it's NOT okay for someone to momentarily park in a handicap zone just to run in and run out? Aren't they both illegal? So why wasn't she harrassing them?
Third of all, what went wrong in her life that she had to follow me around yelling at me about something that was none of her concern.

Made me so mad.
I wanted to just turn around and say, "Lady, I don't know if you went to church this morning or not, but you need to stop being a bitch. And don't worry about being a cop. You couldn't fit in the uniform, you fatass cracked out bitch."

But I didn't.
I was a good girl.
:)

Then, today, I log onto Facebook and I see Eric has got this Kalie girl everywhere. They're hanging out watching porn and painting pictures and quoting each other and liking each other's status'. And even though I shouldn't be jealous because he's an asshole and I'm trying to stay away, I totally am still jealous.
It sucks.
I hate that I care.
For real.


But.
I guess that's it.
So.
Take care.