hating things

I. Hate. My. Job. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to puke. It makes me want to never eat again. I. Hate. My. Job.

Also, I hate that my cell phone bill is $40 more than I thought it was going to be. Haven't checked why it's like that, but I'm guessing they're charging me for next month AND this month, as they keep randomly doing. Jerks.

Also, I hate being tired after my job and smelling like the grill. I want to smell like daffodils, not like fry grease and american processed cheese and grill cleaner.