Little angry fox, so inspiring!
Well, I don't hate my life right now b/c my English teacher is a cunt, actually he's a pretty great guy, letting me hand in my journal on Wednesday and telling me to feel better, so basically he rawks. What does not rawk so hard is the fact that my brain feels like its too big for my skull and my head has been roaring to some degree all day, that I am dead tired, have shitloads of work to make up, and Rodgie decided that pooping outside just wasn't the way to to go today, but that the office would be a much better toilet. I have one thing to say to you Rodg- FUCK YOU!!!!!!!
That being said, I'm rawking out to 50 cent, and it is pretty sweet, considering I was looking for my Sarah and since I couldn't find her cd in this massive cd player, I decided to be a gangsta mother fucka. I smoke that good shit!
My sinuses are angry.
I feel like I never make public entries anymore, probably because I have nothing to say...you don't want to hear about how stressful my life is. How no matter what happens more shit gets added to the pile. Sometimes I get this image in my head of someone who is standing there while someone else in a closet throws clothes into their arms without ever looking back at them to see how much they have in their hands...and they just keep piling them up, until the other person, aka me, is teetering and there is a mountain of shirts, dresses, not to mention a plethora of hangers, ready to topple me over at any instant. It could be comical, but it's not.
So not much else is new, I'm terribly out of money, it's about to become painful soon if I don't get my cash release from Northeastern. My eyes hurt. I have lots to do and never enough time to do it. I miss Theresa, I wish she didn't have to go home, that I didn't have to be without her and all the kids, I miss everyone actually. Makes me wonder what I do with all my time...sometimes I feel like I have so much and there is never enough time, and then other times I think about it and I'm like you are a lazy son of a bitch who does nothing so really what are you doing with all of this time you supposedly don't have?! Life is very confusing.
I just want to read and write and relax...why is there always something in the way?
That being said, I'm rawking out to 50 cent, and it is pretty sweet, considering I was looking for my Sarah and since I couldn't find her cd in this massive cd player, I decided to be a gangsta mother fucka. I smoke that good shit!
My sinuses are angry.
I feel like I never make public entries anymore, probably because I have nothing to say...you don't want to hear about how stressful my life is. How no matter what happens more shit gets added to the pile. Sometimes I get this image in my head of someone who is standing there while someone else in a closet throws clothes into their arms without ever looking back at them to see how much they have in their hands...and they just keep piling them up, until the other person, aka me, is teetering and there is a mountain of shirts, dresses, not to mention a plethora of hangers, ready to topple me over at any instant. It could be comical, but it's not.
So not much else is new, I'm terribly out of money, it's about to become painful soon if I don't get my cash release from Northeastern. My eyes hurt. I have lots to do and never enough time to do it. I miss Theresa, I wish she didn't have to go home, that I didn't have to be without her and all the kids, I miss everyone actually. Makes me wonder what I do with all my time...sometimes I feel like I have so much and there is never enough time, and then other times I think about it and I'm like you are a lazy son of a bitch who does nothing so really what are you doing with all of this time you supposedly don't have?! Life is very confusing.
I just want to read and write and relax...why is there always something in the way?