my clone wears a brown shirt.
i hate animal planet. i hate watching these lonely social misfits sitting in their sad homes talking to the camera about how their dog is their best friend. the dog understands them. the dog is the sunshine of their life.
but sometimes my kitty is seriously the sweetest thing i've ever met. she walks all over me and curls up next to me when i'm upset.
john and i aren't doing too hot. his best friend moved in with him, and (did i call it?) somehow everything i want to do is boring, or 'we'll get to it tomorrow.' everything is made much more grave because i know he's deciding if we'll be together in 2 months, so every stupid little word out of his mouth i'm hearing as "I do/don't want to stay with you."
now that the context is set for you... he's just pissing me off! ex) i want to go to vegas so badly. i found us this bitchin package, that's $350 for 4 nights at the LV Hilton PLUS airfare. he looked at me dead faced and told me that he de'd rather do cheaper things, because he doesn't have the money that i do right now. yet he won't get a job!! i have a tight job for him at Fado as an over-paid doorguy only on weekends. (read: our schedules don't match, since i'm working when he gets to party. w/o me. i'm fucking jealous.)
and he won't fix his fucking car. it's been sitting behind my apt for over a month with a flat. he just, doesn't feel like fixing it. (read: if we see each other, i have to go to him.)
i'm just frustrated. it feels like we're never on the same side.
it's horrendously hot. i finally see the difference between dry and humid heat. fuck this humidity.
at work we've gotten 70% new ppl in the last 3 weeks. all of the hispanic guys in the kitchen have quit except one. so basically, the front of Fado is staffed by pretty little girls in black, and the kitchen is staffed by tattooed white guys, who wear black on their own accord.
bush's border legislation in action.
oh well. i'm going to stew in this pmsy mood until work. i hate working. why am i not a trust fund baby?
but sometimes my kitty is seriously the sweetest thing i've ever met. she walks all over me and curls up next to me when i'm upset.
john and i aren't doing too hot. his best friend moved in with him, and (did i call it?) somehow everything i want to do is boring, or 'we'll get to it tomorrow.' everything is made much more grave because i know he's deciding if we'll be together in 2 months, so every stupid little word out of his mouth i'm hearing as "I do/don't want to stay with you."
now that the context is set for you... he's just pissing me off! ex) i want to go to vegas so badly. i found us this bitchin package, that's $350 for 4 nights at the LV Hilton PLUS airfare. he looked at me dead faced and told me that he de'd rather do cheaper things, because he doesn't have the money that i do right now. yet he won't get a job!! i have a tight job for him at Fado as an over-paid doorguy only on weekends. (read: our schedules don't match, since i'm working when he gets to party. w/o me. i'm fucking jealous.)
and he won't fix his fucking car. it's been sitting behind my apt for over a month with a flat. he just, doesn't feel like fixing it. (read: if we see each other, i have to go to him.)
i'm just frustrated. it feels like we're never on the same side.
it's horrendously hot. i finally see the difference between dry and humid heat. fuck this humidity.
at work we've gotten 70% new ppl in the last 3 weeks. all of the hispanic guys in the kitchen have quit except one. so basically, the front of Fado is staffed by pretty little girls in black, and the kitchen is staffed by tattooed white guys, who wear black on their own accord.
bush's border legislation in action.
oh well. i'm going to stew in this pmsy mood until work. i hate working. why am i not a trust fund baby?