Ok, so yesterday was a drag.
With some jerk on the subway punching me in the gut because I was behind him while walking down some stairs starting off my morning with annoyance, and the Puertorican parade making take an extra hour to get to work, if you're not counting or don't care, that's 4 hours to get to work. I originally have to take 3 hours, but thanks to that I had an extra hour of resting to let my body heal. I slept for that 2 hours on the bus.

I got to work, tired, there was a long line. That line didn't die down either. I had no chances for a break, but everyone around me got a break so they can smoke, but because I don't smoke, I didn't get any breaks.

While all the people who kept pushing and shoving and complaining that they ordered their drink 32 seconds ago and that it's not in their hands at that second, they deserve it for free, I sat there and counted just about everyone who walked in while I was working. I stopped counting around 300 and gave up.

When I got to go home I had to stay and help clean up, then I got home at 1 am, even though I left work around 8. The reason? the buses didn't feel like driving all the way to where they were suppose to be, and once again the drivers left their seats to smoke. And people wonder why I hate smoking. So I walked for 2 hours to get home.

That was my yesterday, what I'm willing to talk about.

On Another Note!
I want to be a furry journalist. I want to interview some artists and get some info on events and other things like that and start up a magazine. a Free magazine that I can hand out to those who help me out. Sort of Like Heat just with more interviewing of many people and less porn... wait, no one would care then, would they? well, either way, I want to create a magazine type thing.