I'm a sucker...

Hi *waves*. I got suckered into working an extra 4 hours at work today. I had just gotten off work and was in the checkstand buying grapes when my manager walks up and is like "So, what time did you get in today, Tiff?" And like a dumb ass I told the truth, "Umm, 11." "So, you just worked 4 hours today, huh?". "Umm, yeah." "How'd you like to to pick up some hours and work in the service deli today? One of the clerks called in sick." At this point I'm thinking fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I should have stayed my stupid ass outside. I don't really need these fucking grapes. "Umm, okay." I say.

I'm such a fucking sucker. They fucking know that if they get me at work I'll do whatever they want. Good luck trying to get me to come in from home, but work is easy. So I stayed and worked in the service deli until 8 tonight. And no, he who shall remain nameless was not there. He went home at three, which I was thankful for.

On a happy note. I bought a new black purse at Sears today. It's super cute and it was 30% off, so I was extra super happy. Besides, I'd been planning to buy a purse for a few weeks. I just lucked out walking into that sale at Sears. Fun stuff.

I've found a shit load of new super HQ Britney pics a couple of days ago, so I'll probably do a new layout with that. Although Brit is getting on my fucking nerves right now with her gold-digging husband-to-be who left his baby's mama high and dry and 6 months pregnant. What a fuck-up, but whatever. That girl is having a mental break-down or something. Justin really fucked her up.

See you peeps later. Peace and love.