Vacancy
Work today is a horrible drama filled mess that gave me a pretty bad headache.
Tonight who knows what my life will be like, and like, what like what.
I finally bought a dress for my Alex and Sarah's wedding, huzzah! My mother did come to visit and we went shopping.
On saturday morning, Daniel's 24 year old brother had a heart attack. A fucking heart attack. He is 24, fuck.
He is ok. What the fuck.
He gets to home tonight after spending the weekend in the hospital. Terrifying.
I am worried about Danny.
That kid needs to learn how to dry swallow a big fucking chill pill, for reals, cause that kid can't escape the drama sometimes. I really don't get people who have no grey area when it comes to reaction and dealing and feelind and wheelin, poppin wheelies
po po zao
and shit,
but with Danny, there is no such thing as calm, he is either off, or freaked out, he can't handle anything. Its hard for me to remember how much of this is my responsibilty (ok, none) when it comes to how I treat him. As in, how far do I have to go in censoring myself to speak to him, espeically when talking to him is shitty because he has no filter sometimes, like a shitty old Britta.
I need a big black bar for his fuckin mouth sometimes, damn boy.
He's so worked up over everything.
People reading this should actually know that I'm not referring to anything in particular, or even in general, I'm just thinking about how even the wind blowing makes him all stressed and I worry about him.
Espeically now with this with Paulie happening, mother fucking mother fucker.
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Tonight who knows what my life will be like, and like, what like what.
I finally bought a dress for my Alex and Sarah's wedding, huzzah! My mother did come to visit and we went shopping.
On saturday morning, Daniel's 24 year old brother had a heart attack. A fucking heart attack. He is 24, fuck.
He is ok. What the fuck.
He gets to home tonight after spending the weekend in the hospital. Terrifying.
I am worried about Danny.
That kid needs to learn how to dry swallow a big fucking chill pill, for reals, cause that kid can't escape the drama sometimes. I really don't get people who have no grey area when it comes to reaction and dealing and feelind and wheelin, poppin wheelies
po po zao
and shit,
but with Danny, there is no such thing as calm, he is either off, or freaked out, he can't handle anything. Its hard for me to remember how much of this is my responsibilty (ok, none) when it comes to how I treat him. As in, how far do I have to go in censoring myself to speak to him, espeically when talking to him is shitty because he has no filter sometimes, like a shitty old Britta.
I need a big black bar for his fuckin mouth sometimes, damn boy.
He's so worked up over everything.
People reading this should actually know that I'm not referring to anything in particular, or even in general, I'm just thinking about how even the wind blowing makes him all stressed and I worry about him.
Espeically now with this with Paulie happening, mother fucking mother fucker.
ah fgjhdfkgjhd