Amanda Panda

I will live everyday…

In a sea of love.

I do not like Ginger kids, and their babies are from Satan.

• Alex

I missed her.

When I get sad I eat candy. Then my mouth and tummy hurt.

But it takes the focus off my sadness.

Sucked.

I was yelled at by an employee. Who has since apologized but made me feel pretty insecure.

I think I am fighting with one of my bestfriends over a misunderstanding due to aforementioned insecurity.

I feel like poo. Am on the way to the airport.

I need to be more confident in where I am. Hopefully the rest comes easy.

I am frustrated.

I am not sure why but it seems that a lot of the weaker links have found there way over to my store at work. It is hard to help these people develop good work habits when rules much less respect were for so long ignored.

I ask you to clean on the weekend because you have time to doodle all over things and ploy to make better tips.

I ask you to put your cellphone away because you are not supposed to have it out.

I ask you to wear clothes toed shoes because we will be fined otherwise.

I am tired of having to explain why I ask people to do things. I am tired of asking people to do things.

I thought my vacation would fix it. Turns out I just need another job…

I left work today after I had a slight breakdown. I suppose tomorrow might bring better times… But it always comes around to this.

I love that my guy loves baseball.

And even better … The Yankees!

It is 4 and I have not gotten anything done. Awesome.

amanda and nicole are home from their vacation.

oh? friend from highschool staying with us the day we get back from vacation… until june 27th? oh, cool.

june27th is the day my little sister, Alex comes into town. Cooool.

ringringring. on already bad day.

“Hey Mandy, I am gonna be in Chicago from July 7th until - July 21st, can I chill with you some of that time” - Dakota (my little brother).

Oh awesome.

July 23rd, CHRIS visits.

Little sister still in town.

WTF?!

That’s enough people to last me a year.

Also side note: Fuck this day.

I have a wonderful life, and a boy who loves me.

It’s a happy time.

For sure.

my day isn’t coming.

it was niave to think that.

i dont know what the issue is.

but i would like to know when finding out things through facebook just became a completely acceptable measure of communication.

Oh! You are changing my stores hours.. today? Well good thing Yogi told me.

Oh! You are married? Good thing your relationship status changed.

Oh! A goodfriend from highschool died? Well I am sure glad 12 of my friends joined the RIP group making it noteworthy on my feed.

WHY THE FUCK DON’T WE TALK ANYMORE!

hey you. my number is 312.480.9408.

i live at 999 w wolfram street

usually i can be found at the ogilivie train station berry chill if not at home.

the address is 500 W madison.

I AM MORE THEN A PROFILE PIC. I AM MORE THEN A NOTHING.

RESPECT ME. JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ.