Jan 29, 2011 19:16
I'm so goddamn tired.
I've been doing all this moving by myself, working full-time, volunteering every moment I'm not working or moving, not making enough money and spending a shitton on gas for the bazillion trips I had to make in my little, spaceless car.
Then I come home from a long day at work, having to talk to people I don't like and act all supportive and supervisory and shit, and his girlfriend is asleep in my bed. MY. FUCKING. BED. I don't even let people I fuck sleep in my bed - they are out the door as soon as they come. Does he have a bed? Yes. Why the fuck is she not asleep in his goddamn bed. Now, maybe I am overreacting because I'm tired and cranky and hungry and broke and wore slap out, but don't let your fucking girlfriend sleep in my fucking bed. I just don't like to smell other people in my sheets. It's funny how he always complained about Doug sleeping in his bed yet he didn't think it'd be a big deal to let someone I barely know and am still indecisive on whether or not I like her sleep in my bed. Fuck.
And after that, my night has just turned shitty.