i don't see anything wrong with my life. what's so bad about working for domo? i have a boyfriend that loves me, parents that care about me, i'm not a drug addict, i'm not dying, and i'm happier than i have been in a long time. i don't understand what is wrong with my life. i couldn't get a job for the longest time, for reasons i do not know, and now that i have one, i'm planning on moving out on my own come september. i don't want to move out sooner than that and then not have enough money. this way, i can save it all, and then i'll have money to fall back on if something happens. that's smart, right? wait, wait, what the hell am i doing? why am i trying to justify myself to some pathetic person who is too afraid to even come out and say who they are? there's nothing wrong with working for domo, and i'm fine with it. why the fuck am i wasting my time trying to make achewood see that, when all he's been doing since march is making fun of me? wake up laura! anyways, it's 1104 am, and i have to get ready for work soon. today is my last day before two days off! woot! but then on thursday i have to work at 6 in the morning, like chris is doing today. rawr. i should go and have a shower. take care. the one, the only, laura michelle*