For some reason, everything is reminding me of Siesta Key (beach) where we vacation a week every summer. The smell of certain things, the weather, certain clothes, etc. It's bizarre, and I now desperatley want to go to the beach.

This talkative kid keeps hitting on me and following me around at work. He should go collect carts (like he's supposed to!) and leave me alone.

I want another tattoo. Good news: I work 20 hours next week at work and make money. the bad news: they know I dont have school, so they just scheduled me anyway AND I have to work black friday. Oh well. At least I will be able to afford an eliptical and Christmas presents for everyone :).

I need to be cleaning my room and getting ready for bed. Goodnight :)

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