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I feel like killing myself just a little. I was having a perfectly fine night until I came home and my lame boyfriend was sleeping. I was just grouchy and tired and I wanted someone to ask me how my day was. I wanted someone to tell me they missed me. Okay so I just wanted to feel like when I'm not around, it's noticable. I know it isn't really a big deal and I'm just overtired, but I dunno. I feel like giving up on that whole communication thing. I'm sorry he lost his game, and I'm sorry I couldn't be there. If I didn't have to work, I would've been there. I talked to him last night for like 10 minutes since sunday night. Fanastic if I do say so myself. Okay that was a lie.
I'm feeling pretty down on myself for no apparant reason. I think I need to go get in the shower since I haven't done that in 2 days and because work was ephing hot tonight. The new girl is a stripper. Sara and I were like um....what the fuck. Seriously the Pink Cadillac attracts them. It was pretty funny.
Now I'm going to go shower and give myself a bullet in the head AKA study for my ephing a.p.u.s.h final that I'm flipping out about.