I am independent. I am strong. I am smart. I am 110% my own person. I fixed my ratty old beater car all by my self. No men, no mechanics, no bullshit. Just me, my tools, a beer and some WD-40. I am woman, hear me roar.
I have never had pms this bad in my entire life. I cried over a chicken parm sub, had a bad dream and then was a bitch to my roommate for no reason, yelled at Kyle last night when he was trying to make me feel better. What a BITCH! I don't know whats wrong with me. I hate this. Does anyone know how to make pms better. Girls?
Someone stole my messanger bag today. They hit the jackpot with my 35mm camera and my ipod in it. Basicaly, I'm bummin. I'm glad some asshole has the time to go around stealing shit from kids who work hard for what they have. Thats nice, real fucking nice.
Kyle is wonderful. I don't know how I got so lucky, but he is just awesome. I love his guts. I hope everyone is well. Get in touch with me if you wanna hang out sometime.