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Ronni, Your ideal job is a Professional Tramp.
I thought that was rather amusing...go here to find your future: http://www.jobpredictor.com/
So I've been in a really shitty mood lately and to be completely honest, that's probably the best word to describe it. Like totally irrational aggravation. I've subconsciously been making my life hard the past couple of days...not sure if it's self-mutilation or not, but I know that I'm about to go insane because of it. I mean like I'm clearly being spiteful and trying to find ways to go about doing so. It's really pissing me off and I wish I could stop, but I don't see an end to it any time soon.
And if I get one more phone call from anybody asking what the fuck is going on with Tommy and his status on operation move across the world, I don't know what to expect the outcome to be. As of right now, I'm soo aggravated with everything; I wouldn't be surprised if I kill something.
So yeh, since my actions have been a little unpredictable as of late, the other night there were plans to go downtown that didn't take place because apparently I wasn't alone in my pity party of a mood. It was bad. Like, I went to look for something to wear and the only thing I accomplished was emptying my closet onto my bed. By that time I was so fed up with myself that I almost threw a tantrum on my bedroom floor. And for feeling that way, I was pissed at myself. I hate it when people are like that. So, I guess in attempt to metaphorically wash this bad aura away and start fresh, I stripped down, took off all of my jewelry, piercings included, and put on my most comfortable lounge pants and softest hoodie. Well, that didn't work, so I watched "Fight Club"...hahaha... Brad Pitt is sexy, especially all scraped up, bloody, and shirtless. Shit yeh...urge to kill, fading... :)
But we did make it Downtown last night for Matt's 21st birthday. Too bad I still have 2 months... : / I felt bad because I was the designated driver, hard to believe...I know, and I couldn't get in anywhere that he wanted to go. Of course of all the nights to "crack down", VICE had to be out last night...mother fuckers. I didn't get home till like 4:30 a.m. and had to be at work by 8:30 a.m., I was thinking about pulling an all nighter, but nowhere was open past 2:00 a.m....damn laws. I hope he had a good time anyway, even though I understand if he didn't. I'll make it up to him November 15... :) We're all gonna be unstoppable. Should I go ahead and reserve cells 1-6 while they're still open?
Ok, so long story short, I'm momentarily, mentally crazy, physically exhausted, and voluntarily ok with it...what other option do I have..? Needless to say, my power nap didn't do the job this afternoon and I should be sleeping now. That being said...I'm gone.
Peace.
~Ronni~
I thought that was rather amusing...go here to find your future: http://www.jobpredictor.com/
So I've been in a really shitty mood lately and to be completely honest, that's probably the best word to describe it. Like totally irrational aggravation. I've subconsciously been making my life hard the past couple of days...not sure if it's self-mutilation or not, but I know that I'm about to go insane because of it. I mean like I'm clearly being spiteful and trying to find ways to go about doing so. It's really pissing me off and I wish I could stop, but I don't see an end to it any time soon.
And if I get one more phone call from anybody asking what the fuck is going on with Tommy and his status on operation move across the world, I don't know what to expect the outcome to be. As of right now, I'm soo aggravated with everything; I wouldn't be surprised if I kill something.
So yeh, since my actions have been a little unpredictable as of late, the other night there were plans to go downtown that didn't take place because apparently I wasn't alone in my pity party of a mood. It was bad. Like, I went to look for something to wear and the only thing I accomplished was emptying my closet onto my bed. By that time I was so fed up with myself that I almost threw a tantrum on my bedroom floor. And for feeling that way, I was pissed at myself. I hate it when people are like that. So, I guess in attempt to metaphorically wash this bad aura away and start fresh, I stripped down, took off all of my jewelry, piercings included, and put on my most comfortable lounge pants and softest hoodie. Well, that didn't work, so I watched "Fight Club"...hahaha... Brad Pitt is sexy, especially all scraped up, bloody, and shirtless. Shit yeh...urge to kill, fading... :)
But we did make it Downtown last night for Matt's 21st birthday. Too bad I still have 2 months... : / I felt bad because I was the designated driver, hard to believe...I know, and I couldn't get in anywhere that he wanted to go. Of course of all the nights to "crack down", VICE had to be out last night...mother fuckers. I didn't get home till like 4:30 a.m. and had to be at work by 8:30 a.m., I was thinking about pulling an all nighter, but nowhere was open past 2:00 a.m....damn laws. I hope he had a good time anyway, even though I understand if he didn't. I'll make it up to him November 15... :) We're all gonna be unstoppable. Should I go ahead and reserve cells 1-6 while they're still open?
Ok, so long story short, I'm momentarily, mentally crazy, physically exhausted, and voluntarily ok with it...what other option do I have..? Needless to say, my power nap didn't do the job this afternoon and I should be sleeping now. That being said...I'm gone.
Peace.
~Ronni~