Dear Journal:

I've had a very bad weekend. I lost my job. Yes, the Pharmacy Technician job at Rite Aid Pharmacy in Berkley. I don't know what to do.

My Dr. put me on Zanax on Friday. That w/ Zoloft makes me one "I don't give a fuck person."

I had a little to drink with Stephanie. A 22 of Mike's and a 22 of Sminiorf. Or however the fuck you spell it.

I'm a little drunk. Gram smelled it on me. I passed it off as she's a fucking nut. I don't think she believes me but who gives a fuck.

Twat and I chilled this weekend.. It was gravey.

I saw Ang!!!!!! YEAH! I love her! We're going to hang out on Friday. It'll be GREAAT!

I really am having a hard time typing. Off to enjoy me extra hour of sleep!!!!

NIGHT!

Oh, and BTW: Good luck Nicky, who's having her eye surgery at like 11 tomorrow and good luck to Liz who is having her surgery on the 15th. I pray to Menoah for you and He brings you light.

Oh yeah, and Pookie puked on me. Gross.