Dildo.
Epic fail on house cleaning. I didn't touch a thing. I'm so under motivated. Where did it go? I mean I did so fucking fantastic for a month. It's like I chickened out. I cannot let myself succeed. Instead of whining, I suppose I should get myself motivated. I'm not sure where to begin though. It's just so crazy.
Today Mom had to wait for almost 3 hours for the doctor to see her. I hate that so much. I hate when people are late, and when things are late. To me, it's like a complete disrespect for time. I try so hard to be on time. Ironically, I'm always late for therapy, but even still she's late to see me. Oh well, though.
Shit. I was mooning half of College Avenue. Sorry guys.
I still haven't heard from the girls. I'm slightly enraged. I'm such a planner person, and I hate waiting til the last minute to make plans. Furthermore, my paranoia is kicking in and now I'm thoroughly convinced that they are going to go out without me. I made up a scenario in my head that I find out that they are at Applebee's without telling me, and I go and slap both their faces and say, "stand me up again, bitches." Their friendship really irritates me too. I mean, you broke up, why are you bffs? I think one can't accept that he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life, and the other is so in love he can't see he's being played. It's none of my business, but I'm so damn nosy I want to know everything.
LOL, why is it after I rage, I hear from someone? Now I feel like a moron.
Hmm. I don't really have much else to report.
Nate.
Today Mom had to wait for almost 3 hours for the doctor to see her. I hate that so much. I hate when people are late, and when things are late. To me, it's like a complete disrespect for time. I try so hard to be on time. Ironically, I'm always late for therapy, but even still she's late to see me. Oh well, though.
Shit. I was mooning half of College Avenue. Sorry guys.
I still haven't heard from the girls. I'm slightly enraged. I'm such a planner person, and I hate waiting til the last minute to make plans. Furthermore, my paranoia is kicking in and now I'm thoroughly convinced that they are going to go out without me. I made up a scenario in my head that I find out that they are at Applebee's without telling me, and I go and slap both their faces and say, "stand me up again, bitches." Their friendship really irritates me too. I mean, you broke up, why are you bffs? I think one can't accept that he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life, and the other is so in love he can't see he's being played. It's none of my business, but I'm so damn nosy I want to know everything.
LOL, why is it after I rage, I hear from someone? Now I feel like a moron.
Hmm. I don't really have much else to report.
Nate.