i've got the crabs.
I’m crabby today. Well, to be honest, at first I just figured I was crabby since I woke up mildly annoyed at it being Monday, but the more I thought about it during my stupid, fucking hour-long commute this morning, the more and more convinced I became of my own created mood. So I’m crabby.
I had a bad time trying to sleep last night. Like everyone else in the world, my allergies are going berserk and my eyes burn and my nose won’t work. To make matters worse, my boyfriend’s room is warm and he insists on being my human blanket and I just… couldn’t breathe? I felt like I was suffocating in every sense of the word. I wanted to scream. I don’t even know why. I’ve been acting weird to my poor boyfriend lately. One moment I’m super-girlfriend who buys him gifts and makes him lunch and the next, I’ll have too much to drink and apparently say something mean that will completely hurt his feelings. I don’t even mean to. Or maybe I do, I just don’t even know. Part of me doesn’t get why he puts up with so much of my crap, to be honest. It’s like I’m hell-bent on sabatoging the one good thing I have right now just to see if it will hold. I can be such an idiot, honestly.
Oh, my back is killing me lately too. I’m convinced that one of you bitches stepped on a crack and didn’t tell me. I’m not sure what’s wrong with it, but I’m thinking I pinched a nerve or something? It hurts all the time now and sometimes it makes me limp. If I sleep on it wrong, I get night convulsions that are getting really bad. I know I need to go to a doctor but I don’t know what kind? I’ve been feeling crummy in general lately. I think my immune system has been suffering a lot because I just sleep all the time. Entire chunks of my life lately have been lost because I just pass out. I don’t know what to do about this.
Tony’s movie came out this weekend. I’ve seen it a bunch of times before, but it’s always weird seeing him on a big screen alongside people like Mandy Moore and Hugh Grant. I mean, this is the dude I watch VH1 with in my room in my underwear. He says the movie didn’t do too great this weekend and I know he’s worried, so you should probably go see it and help him out. He has teenaged girls stalking his pants on myspace. It’s really weird to both of us. We’ve both decided we’re over having girls as friends. They’re nothing but trouble.
I want to move to Paris. Or Kyoto. Or somewhere where I don’t have to sit in an office for 8 hours a day, worrying about my back and the fact that my credit cards are maxed and my checking account is empty. I want to go on disability or inherit my parent’s money or win the lottery. I want to take the easy way out and enjoy the rest of my youth while I still can.
I had a bad time trying to sleep last night. Like everyone else in the world, my allergies are going berserk and my eyes burn and my nose won’t work. To make matters worse, my boyfriend’s room is warm and he insists on being my human blanket and I just… couldn’t breathe? I felt like I was suffocating in every sense of the word. I wanted to scream. I don’t even know why. I’ve been acting weird to my poor boyfriend lately. One moment I’m super-girlfriend who buys him gifts and makes him lunch and the next, I’ll have too much to drink and apparently say something mean that will completely hurt his feelings. I don’t even mean to. Or maybe I do, I just don’t even know. Part of me doesn’t get why he puts up with so much of my crap, to be honest. It’s like I’m hell-bent on sabatoging the one good thing I have right now just to see if it will hold. I can be such an idiot, honestly.
Oh, my back is killing me lately too. I’m convinced that one of you bitches stepped on a crack and didn’t tell me. I’m not sure what’s wrong with it, but I’m thinking I pinched a nerve or something? It hurts all the time now and sometimes it makes me limp. If I sleep on it wrong, I get night convulsions that are getting really bad. I know I need to go to a doctor but I don’t know what kind? I’ve been feeling crummy in general lately. I think my immune system has been suffering a lot because I just sleep all the time. Entire chunks of my life lately have been lost because I just pass out. I don’t know what to do about this.
Tony’s movie came out this weekend. I’ve seen it a bunch of times before, but it’s always weird seeing him on a big screen alongside people like Mandy Moore and Hugh Grant. I mean, this is the dude I watch VH1 with in my room in my underwear. He says the movie didn’t do too great this weekend and I know he’s worried, so you should probably go see it and help him out. He has teenaged girls stalking his pants on myspace. It’s really weird to both of us. We’ve both decided we’re over having girls as friends. They’re nothing but trouble.
I want to move to Paris. Or Kyoto. Or somewhere where I don’t have to sit in an office for 8 hours a day, worrying about my back and the fact that my credit cards are maxed and my checking account is empty. I want to go on disability or inherit my parent’s money or win the lottery. I want to take the easy way out and enjoy the rest of my youth while I still can.