Disappointment and Espresso Fumes

Yesterday I started working at McDonald's, and it sucked. I have the worst job: Lobby, which pretty much means that I mop the floors and clean off the tables. It's sort of like a buss-boy (sp?) but with Urkle pants that make my ass look huge. I only wanted to be the person at the drive-thru window, not Little Miss Junior Janitor!!! This sucks, but THANK GOD I'll be able to do other stuff than that. You can only clean the same piece of floor so many times before you despise the color red (the color of the tiles). Which is a shame becuase I was planning on painting my bedroom walls red. Well, actually orange but it's close enough to red.

I'm feeling rather poetic today, I may even have found a little inspiration for my story, which is good because it's a story worth telling. This really happened all of a sudden when I walked into The Coffee House. I guess it's the espresso fumes going to my head.

I really need to convince my parents to let me get AIM. They're not budging on the MySpace thing, so maybe they'll let me get IM. I told them that you only talk to people on your buddy list but they're still unsure. I'll have to ask someone at school about techniques to get them to cave.

This is Kaelyn, over and out.