So after her 8 hour shift [of which she worked overtime because two courtesies were no-shows] Laurel Adami was escorted home in a '82 325i BMW. She walked in the door, meandered into her room, laid down in her bed, and died. Really really. No more blog posts. She's gone. If you have something nice to say about her, put it in the comments below ;)
how bout that your camera strap is wicked sweet and i'm slightly jealous..
ReplyDeleteHey Laurel, You bud Matt from Albertson's here. I'm not sure I can or should tell you this but sure their are times when we get Beat up emotional from time to time when we face everyday life in the world Ie: People being jerks just because they know that they have to work and Just don't want to is bad sure enough. But flip the coin for a moment just recently you posted here on your very blog how you were going to be more open to befriending the lonely people out in your every day during your last year in high school, what I'm getting at is this. You know that even broken as you were tonight from work doesn't mean you should just end your days as a blogger you can express yourself anyway you want and sure sometime like now for you it hurts like a stake in your spiritual being deep down, as your friend I say don't stop blogging just think of how you want to express yourself in Godly discerning ways because I have to say a lot of what you've posted here has lifted a lot of your true friends up even your older friends like me. Matt Byrd
ReplyDeleteof course i won't stop blogging matt! i was just expressing my exhaustment; that means a lot to me though that you believe my blog touches people, in fact, i believe reading that just made my day :)
ReplyDeleteThat really stinks. I remember when I had to wash dishes at the restaurant. It would always frustrate me that they would never put two workers on to fulfill the shift when I was on, but did when I wasn't. "We like when you work Casey because we only have to put on one guy." Ha, thanks.....I guess. Prayer for a better day was all I could ask.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere between the end
ReplyDeleteAnd the point where we begin
There's a fire burning brightly
That's found it's way to dim
When the feelings gone
SHINE ON SHINE ON!
................................And let the others see....