It's been over a week since the sun transformed my skin into an oozing mass of yuckiness. Right now my neck feels like a 65-year-old's overtanned face. Kind of like leather. But red leather. That's gotta be worth more, right?
I'm in the middle of a 12-day stint of work. I've got two more at my lovely little store and then I'm back to Embarrass for three. And THEN the weekend, and what a glorious weekend it will be!
At work yesterday I busted a 14-year-old girl trying to steal cigarettes, which made me think of all the children between 13 and 16 that I can't tolerate. I'm pretty sure that must be the worst stage of one's life and even the biggest assholes, once they reach 18 or so, realize it isn't cool to be an asshole and it won't get a person anywhere. There are a lot of 18-year-olds whom I adore that were once 15-year-olds I detested. Included: a young man that two of my high school teachers tried to get me to tutor, who rudely refused my help and then tried to blow up the school. I'm pretty sure the drugs are what's making him so kind these days, but hell, whatever works.
I went fishing the other night with the new rod my daddy bought me for my birthday. I caught two fish. Two lousy fish in two hours. I guess it could get worse though - the old man never had a bite.
I feel like I've been gypped on sleep this weekend. We're caring for Lillie the wonder dog, who busts in my room, jumps on my bed, licks my face, chews on my bed, jumps off, sits on the floor, stares at me and whines until I get up. I wouldn't mind this at 10 or 11. It might even be kind of cute. But at 7 o'clock in the morning, she can go to hell.
Tomorrow I might go meet Audrey, the newest addition to my adopted family. That is, of course, if Brody the attention whore hasn't suffocated her yet.
The end.