So I decided to not take my own advice and went to Jack in the Box last night for a milkshake. I needed ice cream, and that was the closest place to where I was at the time.
Sooo I walk inside and the cashier is STARING at me. I hadn't even ordered my goddamn shake before "You're really pretty! Do you have a boyfriend?" comes out of his mouth. And again, not interested in the least. I told him no, so he asked for my number. I actually said no, and after I got my shake, I was literally running out of there. I swear I'll get this right one day.
That was in Santa Monica last night. I was being dragged around by my family and I was nearly in tears the entire night because they tend to piss me off. Israel is probably going to be le suck, but a few drinks will hopefully be able to offset it. I bought a gorgeous dress that makes my boobs look fucking awesome and I'm bringing that with me.
I have a buttload of errands to run today and I'm hoping that I'm not too tired before I go into work today. Tomorrow is my last day of work before I leave on Wednesday. I'm still really nervous and I have a bad feeling, but I have to go anyway to appease my grandmother.
Showertime. WHO'S COMING?!
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