i feel like every time i start to care about someone enough to swallow my pride something awful has to happen to them... maybe i really am destined to be alone
sometimes i think my life was easier when i was an angsty teen... or maybe i just hated everything so much that nothing else mattered... so the little shit didn't upset me so much... i hate that everything has to get worse before it gets better
my first cubs game of the season was saturday. it was super fun... cubs won... drank alot of beer, ate cheese fry sandwich, got a new bar key for work, got a new t-shirt for the hell of it... got mike a new t-shirt too... we had a blast... next game may 17th and then the best seats we got on the 27th of may. i'm excited about the boys of summer...
today my boss pointed out to me that i need to take a vacation. i then realized i haven't had one in the year and a half i've worked there. this fact makes me sad
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everything changes and yet it all stays the same. confirmation after days of contemplation... god really does hate me... but at least this time i found a way to beat him at his own game. i win... or at least i will in a few days when everything goes back to the way it was 2 months ago.