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Not just your average fairytale stories.


Hi I'm Ammarah, but everyone calls me Amy. I'm not a wasted youth, I'm just making life seem easy,not.



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Tuesday, September 21, 2010 @ 2:30 AM
Move bitch, get out the way.

Don't know why but I'm irritated and annoyed today.
I was working today and I was really close to telling off a few customers. I gave death stares to customers who came to my table and touched the clothes.. and then I'll pretend to smile and ask them in a firm voice, "Excuse me, what size you want?". And when customers mess my table, I'll stare at them till their balls shrink and they walk away (okay I exaggerated). Plus, there were a lot of thing to do, so that pretty much explains.

It's just one of those days you feeling telling people off and it's like you woke up the wrong side of the bed, and no I'm not having PMS. Fuck, I'm still feeling irritated though it's already at night/morning? Damn, I need a smoke to chill.