Depressed

This, dear friends, will be a sad blog. Actually you could probably care less but darn it this is my blog so I get to bitch if I so desire. ( Note: I do relieze you aren't suppose to end with a prepositional phrase so when I become president we will have to nix that little grammer rule.) But on to my sad news. I am getting ready to move to Cape. This is a good thing. Unfortunitly this means I have to pack up my room. Do you know how depressing it is to relieze that all your memories can be packed into one $4.85 plastic Walmart tub? I don't know if I am just that sad and pathetic or if this is typical. Personally, I hope everyone else is as sad and pathetic as me.
Secondly I made 15 dollars at work tonight. I hate cheap bastards. Is it really too hard to pull a dollar out of the bottom of your purse or wallet? I thought not. Cheap bastardds.
To top my night off Ricky is over and he and Sarah are int eh kitchen doing the little giggle oohh--ahhh sugar pie honeybunch lind of crap. Don't get me wrong-- I like Ricky. Of all the boys running around I am glad Sarah brought him home. Still one should not be forced to suffer through young couples.