fuck art lets dance

no.
fuck dance, lets art.
right now im staring down a lifesize plaster mold of a person how is, im guessing a woman? i dont knwo what the fuck this person is tryign to say by placing one of those sars masks over her face. there are some molds of chemical bottles, but i mean that makes sense to the mask. it doesnt leave anything for me to think about. i mean yes theyre needed. but i think the piece as a whole is a bust.

this morning i was in a good mood. starbucks was calling my name and emily and i went. i got my typcial venti 3 scoop vanilla bean, 5 scoop chocolate chip, double blended syrup cream frap. the bitch ringing me up though, god dammit, she ruined my day already, and its only 9 38 right now.
she had a lip ring, which had to be covered by a bandaid. come on starbucks, do you really think giant bandaids covering parts of somoens face look better than the piercings. i mean christ.
but thats now what ruined my day, i worked at starbucks and i had to bandaid my tat.
i tried talking to the girl, in ahappy and up beat manner of course. she wouldnt have that apparently.
you know i was surprised at how mad i was about this, but shit like that affects mornings.
everyone else there was cool though so that made up for it.
emily is particularly funny today, i dont know why. it slike afternoon emily was replacing morning emily (who is a debbie downer by the way).

snapple fun fact for the day
no only child has ever been a US president
interesting
itd suck to be those presidents syblings.