i hate stripper. they are evil.

for girls with so much money, you'd think it'd be easier to get a fucking deposit right?

hells no.

my sister is supposed to send me a deposit for a costume and shes supposed to send me money for the costumes of mine that shes sold. lame lame lame.

apparently purse shopping is more important the bank is to far away blah blah blah. i have a life to. you were supposed to send it this morning.

i want to pay my phone bill.

i want to go out with the boy who for once really wants me to come hang out with him.

our friend steph met a guy at danger bay who has a 40foot boat. now they are docked at Granville island for two hours. i have two hours to get down there. so i can get drunk on a boat with people i adore. but no. its to inconvenient for my sister to do shit she was supposed to do.

this is why i hate making her costumes. shes a pain in the ass. she gives me deposits a week before she needs them done and expects them to be high quality costume. sorry not possible. sewing for 18 hours straight makes me really depressed and hurts my ass. that chair isn't soft.

now she isn't answering her phone.

this is super bullshit. and i want to go get drunk on a boat with a sailor man who drinks whisky and plays Bob Dylan. ARGH

your ruining my Friday.