I'm not your fucking mommy!

I'm better now, Danny and I went to see The Ring Two, I actually liked it, it was great for a bad film, lol. The plot was much better and the directing was still pretty good, so overall, not bad.

I saw Cassie from west she actually went to see it, too, but I didn't know it was her until we met her at the Walgreen's parking lot, lol. I invited her to tml on saturday, so anyone else that wants to come, by the way, the invite is open!

I wish there was some way that I could better my situation, you know?

Today, I went to work, I'm in floral a few days this week and I find out that after yesterday when Mo and I did a kick ass job cleaning up after the mess the old lady left, Mark, the jewel manager told deb, the floral manager that he's going to give Mo and Marian gift certificates for doing such a great job. What the hell is that?
Mo's first reaction (when deb told her) was that I could have hers because I deserved it and worked my ass off last night. The thing that bothers me is that he KNEW i was there, he fucking TALKED to me. Then he had the nerve to forgo that information with the credit for what I did. The point is not that he acknowledges what I do, the point is, if you acknowledge two of the three people, make it the two that fucking did some work, will you?

The man has something against me and I don't know what it is, Mo said maybe it is cuz i'm gay, but i don't think he knows that. FUCKKKK, I just wish i had a reason, if he doesnt like me, fine, whatever, but i need to know what the fuck i did that i dont deserve credit when i did a great job over the fucking lady who forgets what she is doing in the middle and puts out product with the fucking sleeves still on, wtf is that??? GRRRRR