tough shit
Don't I have way to much to say right now...
Went to Chicago last weekend. Had a blast, played Canasta and Risk with the boys and we drank and drank. A lot. Bonus Room Conference never means a bad time.
God, back home I really just want to leave again.
There's so much fucking bullshit and drama right now, and I just want to vent it, and it's ALL FUCKING SECRETS and me venting them here would not accomplish much.
I feel so disappointed in certain people though. And embarrassment, and to a small degree, heartbreak. And hungry.
I should be fucking fine, I got no real problems of my own today (other than my invented ones, but I live closely with those), things for me are great. But I feel like ass, and like an ass and a schmuck, and I wish things were easier.