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Only got a like, three good pictures at the Monster Ball. I wish I had brought my camera.

Anyway, today marks one year since I’ve seen GaGa live and I wondered about the date, today, while at work:  Why does this day feel so significant!? 

Remembered, laughed, and still wishing to go back.

Work was fun; Cherry had me clock in an hour early. Closed with her, was a CSL for a segment and stuff. It was chill. 

HELLA. FUCKING. THIGNS. GOING. ON. 

So many red flags and catching shoplifters! It was crazy. I’d say we recovered over 500$ worth of product. 

I was a cash-wrap lead, too:  I closed out a few registers with Cherry. I tried printing a report and it denied me and Cherry laughed. ;_;

Anyway, yeah…. Today has been interesting. 

I start work at 8a.m., tomorrow — get off around 2, have a swim meet — and have to call Cherry to see if she needs me. “I might need you after your meet,” she said to me while we were walking to our cars. 

Womp.

Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day. Especially because I’m swimming 4IM — an event I swam in my prime — which I’m obviously not in right now! Thank God my other event is 100 breast. 

Okay. I don’t even want to know what relays I’m on.

Time to KTFO. 

This post turned into a vent, sorry.

(Source: skinny-adele)

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Lady GaGa - The Monster Ball - Interlude

I like my iPhone screen, too, Andy.

I like my iPhone screen, too, Andy.

“It’s the Fame Monster!”

“It’s the Fame Monster!”

Who wore a Pizza My Heart shirt to the Monster Ball?
I did.
I only had like, 5 minutes to get ready.
Anyway. Lol. I’m home. 
Spent so much money, today/yesterday.
$50 Gas$60 Merchandise $10 on Drinks 
Yeap.
I’m so happy.

Who wore a Pizza My Heart shirt to the Monster Ball?

I did.

I only had like, 5 minutes to get ready.

Anyway. Lol. I’m home. 

Spent so much money, today/yesterday.

$50 Gas
$60 Merchandise 
$10 on Drinks 

Yeap.

I’m so happy.

I don’t even know what to write to this.

I don’t even know what to write to this.

We will get to the fucking front. Shit. Fuck. You don’t know how good I feel.

We will get to the fucking front. Shit. Fuck. You don’t know how good I feel.