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so just got back from the gas station. eek, i really can't stand going to the gas station..i dread it and on many occassions beg the boy to go with me so he can do all the manual labor. but it isn't the labor part that i hate the most. it is going in to pay (which i only do when i'm getting a pack of cigarettes along with my gas) *i shouldn't smoke* i hate saying "can i have a pack of marlboro ultra lights please?" i hate saying that..i can't really say it and for some reason i get nervous and my words slur. i also hate that moment where the gas station attendant looks at me to decide if i'm over 18. it is all very tense. i guess this means i should stop smoking or beg other people to buy them for me like i did when i was 17. hah. that wasn't even why i wanted to update. it was BECAUSE the gas station attendant called me 'hun' and 'sweetie' probably more than ten times is less than two minutes. she was my age or younger. it was SO many 'huns' and 'sweeties' that i put my hand over my mouth in order not to smile/laugh in her face. i hate being called pet names by strangers. the boy doesn't even 'hun' or 'sweetie' me. sometimes i'm a 'lil' punkin'
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