You are not going to make it.
Guess I'm just grumpy. I'm so excited about life, I keep waking up at 7am, ready for a new day. Idiot. Everytime someone makes a comment on my page, I jokingly want to tell 'em get the hell off my page. I don't know how to interact with people.
A homeless guy asked me for a dollar, and I walked passed him and didn't give him anything because I knew he was going to ask me for it cause I had cash out and I was examining it and angry about how old and crumpled it was. I was cussing out the store owner in my mind as the bum bumrushed me with his predicament. Saved the good ones for me, huh? I told him, but he was smug and didn't say anything. Really, I was hurt that I tried to talk to him the whole transaction and he wouldn't stand for it; he just wanted my money, and he wanted me out. The store owner, I mean, not the bum—the bum, I understand. The store owner was Asian. An Asian lady before that, didn't feel like making me a sandwich after I ordered it from her. After I gave her my order, I asked her if that was okay with her and she got the point. I told her I wanted salad instead of fries and she gave me a look. When she asked what dressing, I was afraid to say just lemon so I ran away. When I asked if I pay now or later, she said if you don't like it's free, if you do it's double. We both laughed and I tipped her. I felt wholesome afterwards. The bum was black.
- Awwwww!
That should make me famous and praised. Out of spite for the business owner, after a few blocks, I turned around and started looking for the bum, but he was already inside that liquor store.
I've been standing by and watching people try to kill flies, hoping the fly flies away in time, instead of grabbing his arm.
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