Yetionmyface.

Plans have changed. Heh. Got paid early, so after work yesterday I immediately went out and bought a new pair of jeans from Ross. Almost the exact same as the ones I've been mercilessly wearing for the past three months. HEH! But the old ones got a hole in them. So that justifies it.

Soooo yeah. Woke up at 5:30, saw Terry off to work, planned on staying a while and watching some tv, but he stole the damn lighter. I can't live without a lighter. So I took off for home, lighting cigarettes with my cigarette lighter in my car the whole way. Heh. I never use that damn thing except to charge my phone.

THEN! I get home and find that no one's here and the door is locked. And my house keys are inside. GREAT. So I had to bust in for the millionth time in my life. I fucking HATE BREAKING IN. I think I misheard mom when she told me when her first day at her new job was. I thought it was Monday, but it looks like it was today. Yaymomjob. <--that could be wrong on so many levels.

So later on after I pack up some shit for the weekend and take a much-needed shower, I must head to Kohl's and see if their huge sale thing applies to intimates (I. CAN'T. STOP. BUYING. BRAS. You'd be addicted too if you had no rack to speak of until you strapped on a Wonderbra. Heh.), possibly bug K-town at work and buy shit, then pick up lovely at work and go do all his shit.

I wonder how tomorrow is gonna work if Terry wants to go to Chev's thing with me. If he has practice, then I can just pick him right up after work. But I dunno what's going on. Hummmm.

Face.