Today is full of suck.
I just hate it and everyone.
So sick and tired of useless people.

Just tired of it all.

How hard is it for people to just do their motherfucking jobs and not make their lame ass problems MY problems?
 

Do you like me? Cause I like you SO much!

but having this song stuck in my head is making it a tad better.

Just A Perfect Day,
Drink Sangria In The Park,
And Then Later, When It Gets Dark, 
We Go Home.
Just A Perfect Day,
Feed Animals In The Zoo
Then Later, A Movie, Too,
And Then Home.

Oh It's Such A Perfect Day, 
I'm Glad I Spent It With You.
Oh Such A Perfect Day,
You Just Keep Me Hanging On,
You ( Read more... )

Facebook is evil. I like it and hate it. I'm obsessed with it and wish it would just die a Friendster/Myspace kind of death.

When I find someone I've lost touch with  years ago, it's great.
When someone from HS finds me, I'm apprehensive.

However, I keep coming across the same message. "Hey you. So glad to find you.  I have such GOOD memories of you."
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DONKEY DICKS!!!! 

As soon as thoughts of breaking up with NY enter my head and I start thinking that it's time to say my good byes and plan my exit, it comes home bearing gifts ( Read more... )

I love NY. I do.  Even with the half assed customer service, the stinky and hot subway rides, the mysterious pools of slime on the sidewalk and the crazy woman in a business suit who talks to herself And NO she is not on her handless cellphone. 
But like all the things I love, NY does NOT love me back.
I don't know why. Maybe it's my sunny ( Read more... )

This week, I was told that due to an extra room freeing up at the hotel, I was invited to join the bridal's party limo back to the hotel after the wedding.  Meaning, I wouldn't have to sleep at my Mom's tonight OR figure out how I was going to get back to my mother's house.

Had to call bride regarding hotel because I needed to let someone know where ( Read more... )

Ugh. it's like I'm 12 all over again.
I was sleeping when Dad called and woke me up from a delicious dream of the boy I'm crushing on. waaaaah.

There is NO escape from the Valley. 

Even though I know that the people next door are auditioning for some movie role, hearing people argue and throw things is making my stomach hurt.

I don't like it.

I think it's another reason why I don't like my downstairs neighbors. I don't hear them arguing but they are constantly SLAMMING doors at all hours of the night and rushing outside to ( Read more... )