Go Ahead and Ask Me

All Alone

It's Friday night/Saturday morning. It's 4:30am. I'm completely awake. The only sign of me being tired is a slight crick in my back. (not enough to complain about, though)

I just got done with a shift at work. It went okay.

I left my apartment for work at 9pm.

There isn't any sign that someone has been here since then. (it was empty when I left)

All of my roommates went home for the weekend! I only knew that K was going to do so, though.

Oic. Sometimes I think that I shouldn't work the shift I do. It leaves me alone at 3 in the morning, after being mistreated by rich drunk preppie people.

*growls at the drunks*

It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so stinking flighty! I can be a cheery ole girl, and within seconds, if by myself, I can be in tears.

But the cool thing is this: I am going to push 'play' on my CD player (who has one of those old things now? I mean, with ipods and mp3s, and all that junk?) and this apartment will be a jamming residence at almost 5am.

One occupant.

Just me!