Stewardesses are bitches.

i love green. my room at home was green, with paintings on the wall that one drunken night my friends and i did. they were amazing. when i got home my room was white and my brother was living in it. he smokes in the house, and it makes me feel sick.

so i went home.

not a lot has changed as usual. there is more coke. alot more coke. coke is disgusting and i hate it.

i am excited to get back to victoria. i am in the vancouver airport right now for another three hours. so i paid $17 to use the internet. that is an insane amount. seems like everywhere we go and everything we do it ends up that we are actually getting raped up the bum with a spiked metal dildo. they can get away with it, because dumb asses like myself pay for it.

so stewardesses are bitches. i have had a few nice ones, but most are bitches. my flight from ottawa to vancouver was over over sold. i got called to the check in desk, and i thankfully have a seat, or so i thought. i am seated in 22f. i get on the plane and there is already someone sitting that seat. a women dressed in a buisness suit. so i tell the stewardess and she takes both our boarding passes and tells me to just wait there. so i stand there for 15 mins, she comes back and tells the women who is already seated, luggage stowed, that there was a 'mistake' and she is in first class, and blah blah blah. it was a total lie and it was because i don't look important. she also ignored me when i wanted some orange juice. this deserves a very well worded leter to air canada. so if anyone wants to assist me, please let me know.

okay.

lovexlovexlove

pukey pukey face

i feel like i might puke. i drank too much last night as i usually do. i am now at work waiting to start work and not wanting to be here.

i painted the bathroom at work last night with calvin. i am pretty sure we lost a good amount of brain cells because of the fumes. i had spray paint up my nose, and let me tell you, that isn't pleasant. it makes your nostrils stick together in the most disgusting nose feeling ever.

sometimes i hate the way i get when i am drunk. then when i sober up i decide not to drink for a while. which is a total lie.i like when i am drunk and calvin or gareth are around. for some reason i don't get stupid drunk with them.

i double work tonight and i really don't want to. (a really hot dreaded boy just walked by...i like hot dreaded boys) a girl wearing ugly boots also just walked by (that is pretty much EVERY girl in the ugly boot city.)

i have 8 minutes until i start work, decide if i want to puke or not.

Holy Blog Batman!

i finally have a blog.
it took me a really long time to figure out that my gmail account was km.angell@gmail, and not kim.angell@gmail. i believe i may have been drunk when i started my account, and completely forgot the 'i' in my name.
i am going to try my hardest to keep this up to date, but by saying try my hardest, i really mean i will probably loose interest in the next two weeks.

lovexlovexlove

(can anyone tell me why i can not use exclamation points?)