One of those Cliché LiveJournals.

Oh my god. Working is unbearable. I hate working.

Just telling you. Working sucks.

Today some guy who could speak prefect English, I know because he ordered in English, he didn't have a accent or anything!

He asked me if I could speak Spanish.

I wanted to say, "Do I look like I can speak freaking Spanish? I don't even know how to ask how you are in Spanish!" But instead I said, "No I don't."

So he started to speak Spanish to me, then asking me if I knew what it meant. I JUST TOLD YOU I DIDN'T!

Just because he was hot did not mean I wanted to hear him speak a different language to me then mock me!

Anyhow. I got these mints that take like toothpaste.

I should go to sleep because I still have no idea what to sell at the yard sale because I haven't looked. I'll do that in the morning.

I need to talk to my mom about stuff in the morning too. Sigh. Life. Lame.