Sobeys sucks ass

my job fucking sucks. it sucks so hard that even I cant... well... you get the pic.

.. haha i let dan fill in that blank lol....

so my manager isn't too nice, the staff can be cranky, and gossip spreads like wildfire.

even the gossip no one is supposed to know, like secret talks in secret places, with secret people. until the resident big mouth decides to spread it to the supervisors, who spread it to the staff, leading back to the one its about, who gets incredibly pissed and does something about it.

like rat out her bitchy cash manager to the store manager, so she can get in shit. haha.

that'll teach her to piss off a Savoie, right guys?

my new hip..

haha, that makes it sound really funny.

but yeah, so i got a tattoo for kyle on my hip. we did it at ten oclock at night on monday. it was really fun. meaghan, and amber, and i all went to extreme ink. artie is amazing and he did a super good job. i

ts a tribal eagle on my hip, and kyles name. its super huge, but i love it!

don't you???

(and yes i know my boxers are kinda showing)

Kirs's Jessika Profile

haha, so Kirs decided to make my blog, and then my profle... here's his idea of me:
Interests: Boys! And school. And work. And. Other things.
About Me: I like books, and.. Kris. Kris Jay. And, BOYS.
Movies: Legally Blonde, Bratz, The MOVIE, and High School Musical.
Music: Britney Spears, Shakira, Ashlee Simpson, Jude Harrison, and, Toast.
Books: Literature and Writing, 4th ed. And, Jam.

yah, so i guess he thinks im super blonde, and im obviously not.
he's so cute tho, so i guess that makes up for it.

YAY Kirs!

This god damn poem..

Typed by Kirs Jay (Because Jessika has a strange illness preventing her from typing -- HER ARM IS BROKEN!)

So, we're writing about this god damn poem by B. P. Nichol. It's called "Blues". This is totally what it looks like, I did a rendition of it in microsoft paint!

... Seriously, THAT'S what it looks like. Hand to god. Or.. Broken arm to god.

What does it even mean?! Who the heck knows. "Love can not be translated" - Jessika Savoie. Well, that's for damn sure. "It is confusing, a tangled mess of misunderstanding" - Jessika Savoie.

It's not even a poem, it's a 'pitchur.' It can't even be "read as a linear poem" - says 'da book'. I'd like to see someone try to read it aloud, that could be quite amusing. As amusing as a BROKEN ARM! True. True.

And to leave you with a few kind words:

-Puppies, Icecream, Cupcakes avec Jimmies and Sunsets! Évol. (we've got bi-lingual!)