Today I will make a good day. This weekend, I will make a great weekend. I can't stand the feeling of being made smaller, not anymore. I don't have to put up with it, I'm moving out in 5 months time. Just 5 more months ( Read more... )

My mother, has made it very clear to me, before I go off to work in the morning, how she is so sure of my failure. She seems to forsee my future and, to use her words "Ouch ( Read more... )

I'm new at this, and I am so lost...

My boy toy called me again at around 4:45 pm so I wasn't leaving work for another hour and a half. He told me if I didn't come to the show and see him that night, he wouldn't see me anymore. So I called my ride and cancelled it, took the bus an hour from my work in Glendale, to Hollywood & Vine street, only about a half a mile from the Knitting ( Read more... )

So I'm not going to the show tonight. In fact, the moment I told him that, and informed him that he needed to fix his car so I could see him. He broke up with me. So now I go home again. At work still. Don't want to cry but also don't really feel like smiling. I feel smaller than a thimble...

As much as I love him, he drives me crazy sometimes! Just the fact that he hasn't fixed his car and hasn't managed to get a new one is really what's bothering me ( Read more... )