Today/tonight just really fucking sucked....

Yeah, so yesterday I was trying to get on the internet at home, and I was once again reminded of the pain in the ass of dial up internet. Frustrated, I decided to take a pause from not being able to connect and went downstairs to make a sandwhich. As I reach the bottom step, a commercial for Road Runner comes on... so I say, "Fuck it- I'm gonna pay ( Read more... )

Seriously- 2 big shots + coworker thinking it'd be funny to punch me in the arm all night long = vast amounts of pain. I'm serious- I can't barely move my arm where my shoulder is it's so sore. I can just bend it at the elbow and move my wrist- thats about it. Ok, done being a baby.

So, yeah- you'd think I'd be used to needles by now, but the flu and pneumonia shots I just took have much larger gauge needles. I'll sum it up by saying: fucking ow. Call me a wimp or whatever, but my arm's still red and has two huge bumps on it. Plus, the needles were about 3 times larger than what I'm used to. I'm so glad having Diabetes means I ( Read more... )

Ok, ok- I 'm sorry I haven't updated this thing in forever. It's hard when you have very limited internet access and when you do use it, it's for actual school-work and not just having fun. Oh well. I have a feeling this is going to be a long one ( Read more... )

Well kids, here's the scoop: I'm not living in Lawrence anymore, I'm back in ol' KC. I'm actually pretty happy there, even if the place I have to sleep when I'm at home is the couch, which results in me practically living at John's house and sleeping on his futon. At least his house has some peace and quiet, plus his parents practically treat me as ( Read more... )

I hate people. Seriously.

So, have to get up at 6am to work three shifts... perfect night for me to not be able to sleep. Seriously, I wish there was adderall that wouldn't wake you up, so that I could take it at night. I've got way too much stuff that keeps running through my head, and it just keeps getting so frustrating because I just keep pushing it down and bottling it ( Read more... )

I'm done. Seriously. I'm so fucking sick of the shit I've been put through in the past 48 hours, I'm about ready to fucking explode. Not only that, I'm sick of people telling me how to fucking act. I'll fucking complain all I want to if I'm pissed off- you know why? Because no one has the right to tell me I whine about things that aren't problems. ( Read more... )

You know, considering I've had a decent couple of days, you'd think my fucking head would be consistant, and just allow me to be happy. Instead, I just keep trying to stay as busy as possible- that way you don't have time to think about not being happy. This really only gives you 'spurts' of happiness- still have to come home and deal with myself ( Read more... )