I just feel like drinking and bitching
I wish I had something hard to drink. Whiskey maybe. I'd take 3 shots right in a row. That's the kind of mood I'm in right now.
It's really terribly difficult being away from John. I didn't see him last weekend, and I'm not going to see him this weekend either. He was going to spend the weekend with Powell, who is going through tough times. That's fine, I understand. But, I guess some plans went awry and now he going out drinking with one of his friends that I hate.
Maybe I have no right to hate this guy, but I do. He is a leech. He calls John all the fucking time when he knows we are on a date or something. He doesn't get that couples want to spend time alone with each other. He smokes and chews and tries to convince John to do stupid things like go to a casino when he is already broke. He is foul and rude and he never leaves John alone. John ignores him as much as possible, or tries to get out of things...but he fucking called Powell and found out Powell and John aren't doing anything tonight.
Anyway, so John is out with an asshole and I'm home by myself. Everyone in Morris seems to be busy or something. Damn I need a drink.
I miss my dogs like crazy. My horse is nice, but it's not the same.
I am upset that Katrina's horse isn't getting better more quickly. For some reason I have personally taken it upon myself to see that that horse gets better. But his legs still look awful and he is too dumb to eat his hay. He eats his straw instead.
I'm just feeling crappy. I know some of you guys are feeling crappy too. Maybe we should just get together, take shots, and bitch about life.
It's really terribly difficult being away from John. I didn't see him last weekend, and I'm not going to see him this weekend either. He was going to spend the weekend with Powell, who is going through tough times. That's fine, I understand. But, I guess some plans went awry and now he going out drinking with one of his friends that I hate.
Maybe I have no right to hate this guy, but I do. He is a leech. He calls John all the fucking time when he knows we are on a date or something. He doesn't get that couples want to spend time alone with each other. He smokes and chews and tries to convince John to do stupid things like go to a casino when he is already broke. He is foul and rude and he never leaves John alone. John ignores him as much as possible, or tries to get out of things...but he fucking called Powell and found out Powell and John aren't doing anything tonight.
Anyway, so John is out with an asshole and I'm home by myself. Everyone in Morris seems to be busy or something. Damn I need a drink.
I miss my dogs like crazy. My horse is nice, but it's not the same.
I am upset that Katrina's horse isn't getting better more quickly. For some reason I have personally taken it upon myself to see that that horse gets better. But his legs still look awful and he is too dumb to eat his hay. He eats his straw instead.
I'm just feeling crappy. I know some of you guys are feeling crappy too. Maybe we should just get together, take shots, and bitch about life.