Ug. I'm just taking this shit hard. I still haven't gotten any word back from anyone on what can be done for my grandfather. I really hope that they can just remove the cancer and it'll be okay. I just want it to be okay. I have a job interview. I guess that is one good thing. It's at McDonalds, but anything right now is better then nothing. My ear is plugged up with effing ear wax AGAIN. I'm sick of this shit. For realz. And Dave pissed me off. He "needs" a new job. Kiss my ass. Fucker works 6+ hours a day at 8.40 an hour. Kiss. My. Ass. You have an amazing job that gives you insurance, is secure and you do NOTHING for those 6+ hours a day. You know what you can do? Figure out ways to stop spending your money like a retard. You get paid every two weeks. Budget yourself moron. Ug. He just pissed me off to the extreme. He needs a new job. He fucking NEEDS it. Don't make me fucking laugh. Mike needs a new job. I need to have a job. Mike is lucky to even get fourteen hours a fucking week. So, Dave, shut the fuck up. Go to fucking work and budget. You are a moron and an asshole. Don't come bitching to me that you need a new job. No one else is going to have one fall into your lap like that one did. No one. Yeah. I'm just feeling like shit this month. And no one seems to fucking care. ~Kayla