Isn't it amazing that, in 30 seconds or less, someone else can do something to drastically alter your good mood ( Read more... )

Since Jess said she didn't want to hear me bitch, she should intentionally ignore what's behind the cut.

( The Bitching )

Today, I get to go in to work in a marvelously awful mood.

First, Dave gets up late and rushes me. Then, he trips over my empty planter going down the deck steps, picks it up, and whips it at the deck.

That planter has been in the same place for a month. You'd think he'd know it was there by now. Of course, it wasn't his planter, so it was okay ( Read more... )

Okay, well, Tra and I have spent the past week (or so) feeling depressed, worthless, and generally weepy. Seems that we are both very, very bad people who are entirely at fault for everything terrible that happens ( Read more... )

I honestly don't know why I bother......

...doing any f'ing thing. Another fucking holiday ripped to fucking shreds. That's it. I might go ahead and make the X-mas eve dinner & dole out the fucking presents, but that's the last time I celebrate holidays, birthdays, or anniversaries. No more celebrating for me, thanks. Why bother to even try to ( Read more... )

Until last night, I have always anticipated the coming of Samhain ( Read more... )

Last night, while I was typing that update, I sat here with tears rolling down from my eyes. I went into Jess's room to chat, and she asked me the typical dumb questions:

Why are you crying? Well, you are my baby, and Ethan is taking you away.

Don't you realize that I'm not moving that far away? You may as well be moving to Siberia!What are you ( Read more... )

Jess has finished packing. Her room is so bare! (But there's still too much furniture going on; she's just not taking enough furniture with her!)

Oh, how I do not want to deal with her leaving tomorrow! Damn you, Ethan! You had better be the best boyfriend ever, or so help me God, I will kick your friggin' ass!I'm feeling very ellipses today ( Read more... )

I don't know why I feel the need to update again; I'm not really sure what to do with myself. The bed has begun its siren song, but it's already late afternoon, too late to truly enjoy blissful slumber. Besides, I'd never be able to sleep tonight, and that's what counts most. Imagine if I had to stay awake later, unable to use the computer, and ( Read more... )