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I think that Clancy is finally starting to understand that I don't share his feelings. He was obliterated on Cinco de Mayo and drunkenly confessed his love to me. I explained to him that I don't have more than friend feelings for him and he just looked so hurt and kept asking me why why why. It was terrible. But hopefully he gets it now. I do love him, but it's just best friend love. He's the epitome of best friend. He takes very good care of me and we keep each other in check. I just hope he meets a girl soon, but who knows how long that could take.
I thought that Krusty and I could be friends, considering the fact that I have to see him every day, but I was mistaken. Every time I look at him, I either want to kiss him or punch him in the face. That's not right and it's not healthy and I just hate him. I can't talk to him and I need to muster up the courage to tell him that. He still has some sort of power over me and he knows it, but I'll have to forget all of the good things about him (which are few and far between, anyway) and concentrate on the negative. Yeah. Fuck you, Krusty.
I got my box spring from Grandma's, so I have a big girl bed for real. Last week, I went to the DMV and got all of the paper work switched over from my car to Grandma's. So now I'm the proud owner of a Chevy Malibu that actually works! So this week wasn't too bad, I guess.
Today is Mother's Day and I just feel like garbage. I'm going into work to bring Marion flowers. I brought Meg her flowers yesterday. As for Mom, she's working and I don't even want to talk to her. And that just makes me feel like shit. But it's her fault that we don't have the relationship that we used to. It's her fault that our family is all ripped apart and crazy. It's her fault that I'll never be able to really trust anyone ever again, or be able to maintain a stable relationship. She fucked my life up more than she'll ever know.
So Happy Mother's Day, Mom.
I thought that Krusty and I could be friends, considering the fact that I have to see him every day, but I was mistaken. Every time I look at him, I either want to kiss him or punch him in the face. That's not right and it's not healthy and I just hate him. I can't talk to him and I need to muster up the courage to tell him that. He still has some sort of power over me and he knows it, but I'll have to forget all of the good things about him (which are few and far between, anyway) and concentrate on the negative. Yeah. Fuck you, Krusty.
I got my box spring from Grandma's, so I have a big girl bed for real. Last week, I went to the DMV and got all of the paper work switched over from my car to Grandma's. So now I'm the proud owner of a Chevy Malibu that actually works! So this week wasn't too bad, I guess.
Today is Mother's Day and I just feel like garbage. I'm going into work to bring Marion flowers. I brought Meg her flowers yesterday. As for Mom, she's working and I don't even want to talk to her. And that just makes me feel like shit. But it's her fault that we don't have the relationship that we used to. It's her fault that our family is all ripped apart and crazy. It's her fault that I'll never be able to really trust anyone ever again, or be able to maintain a stable relationship. She fucked my life up more than she'll ever know.
So Happy Mother's Day, Mom.