...sucks.

I hate it. Too much shit.

But hey, at least I'm moving into my own place...finally.

Ugh, I'm tired...so bloody tired. I wish I could be like a witch in Harry Potter, so I could simply point my wand at everything and have it disappear, only to reappear in its proper place at another location. That would be so cool. But alas...I'm not ( Read more... )

So, I rescued a dog out of the goodness of my heart...and I'm waiting for the humane society to come pick him up, but they're taking forever, and I'm not at work, and I'm worrying about it. Much as I don't care for my job, I'd rather not lose it. And I'd rather not be lectured when I get back. Ugh. Damn dogs running loose, almost getting hit by

Am I overreacting by being more than a little miffed that none of Derek's coworkers know that he has a girlfriend? Except for the few people that he's known for a while...no one knows. Including the girls that evidently think he's hot. He tells me that they tell him they think he's hot. He's retarded. Who else but a severely mentally deficiant ( Read more... )

Part of me can't wait for Christmas to be over with. Watching all the damn jewelry commercials on TV ("Get her the gift that'll last a lifetime..." or "This holiday season, show her how much you love her by buying our beautiful sparkley five million carat diamond solitaire...") ...just keeps reminding me that that particular event is getting ( Read more... )

I don't know if it's hormones or what, but I'm a big, fat mess lately. I freak out about the TINIEST things...and tears often well up for no good reason. For instance, I didn't know Derek worked today, so I was thinking we'd have lunch like we usually do when he's not working. Long story short, he was at work, didn't show up for lunch, didn't call/ ( Read more... )

ERG! Derek's mom annoys the fuck out of me so much sometimes...!!! It's not even really big stuff, it's just the little things that get on my nerves...for instance, just now...in Derek's and my bathroom, she had put these crappy black towels on the racks. Crappy, because whenever you try to dry your hands, you come away with black fuzz all over ( Read more... )

I want a baby ( Read more... )

I really do. Candy corn rocks my socks. I could eat it all day, but I'd probably get sick.
That's all. I'm going back to watching Sex in the City...I've grown addicted to that show, shockingly enough. I never thought I'd be interested in the damn show, but I watched it once, and it's been my guilty pleasure ever since...

Today's the day...yes, the day when the parents meet. We're having a birthday BBQ for Derek, and my parents are coming over. I'm more than a little nervous about it. BUT, it had to happen ( Read more... )

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