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My day has been fairly buisy, and, well, fairly shitty, I gotta tell yeah... Just got home from a less than successful day of shopping with Kelly. She's been miserable because of that whole...no money for christmas presents thing... So I didn't want to abandon her... But boy did it suck, and we got home much later than either of us would have liked. But we could have been a lot sooner; I tried so hard to rush her. I mean, her kids are home, one of them with a fever, and it's getting hella late. Whattaya expect? And shit just kept going wrong and ugh... And I missed out on finally meeting Heidi because I had already told Kelly I'd go with her... Had Ashley called 15 minutes early, this whole ordeal could have been avoided. But hell, everything happens for a reason, don'tcha know. So that's the way it goes.
The rest of the day wasn't too stunning either. There were a couple good things that help to count my blessings...but other than that, it was pretty...laaame...
I feel pretty shitty about complaining, too. I mean, people around me have much shittier things on their hands. I don't have much right to complain at all, really. But I think I've earned the right to write about how shitty I feel from time to time, seeing as how I've made these posts rarer compared to how I was, say, a year or two ago. All I did was bitch and moan, but I've learned that in truth, it really is much better to keep shit to yourself most of the time. If you complain too much, people get pissed. They say "don't bottle it up, let it all out" but if I did that every time I felt like shit, everyone would hate me, guarantee it. This has been proven, actually. But we won't get into that.
Hm. I find it funny that I have to explain myself...in my own journal. Well, I suppose it's a good way to let people know where I'm coming from so they don't go "*sigh* Bitch and moan, bitch and moan..."
I bought a strange pair of panties today, the likes of which I've never worn... Rather uncomfortable. Lacy and red, and it covers most of the ass except the asscheeks. Goes right up your ass like a thong, unfortunately. But they're hot. Maybe not on me, but I'm sure Jessie'll think so, she seems to like my butt...teehee....
The rest of the day wasn't too stunning either. There were a couple good things that help to count my blessings...but other than that, it was pretty...laaame...
I feel pretty shitty about complaining, too. I mean, people around me have much shittier things on their hands. I don't have much right to complain at all, really. But I think I've earned the right to write about how shitty I feel from time to time, seeing as how I've made these posts rarer compared to how I was, say, a year or two ago. All I did was bitch and moan, but I've learned that in truth, it really is much better to keep shit to yourself most of the time. If you complain too much, people get pissed. They say "don't bottle it up, let it all out" but if I did that every time I felt like shit, everyone would hate me, guarantee it. This has been proven, actually. But we won't get into that.
Hm. I find it funny that I have to explain myself...in my own journal. Well, I suppose it's a good way to let people know where I'm coming from so they don't go "*sigh* Bitch and moan, bitch and moan..."
I bought a strange pair of panties today, the likes of which I've never worn... Rather uncomfortable. Lacy and red, and it covers most of the ass except the asscheeks. Goes right up your ass like a thong, unfortunately. But they're hot. Maybe not on me, but I'm sure Jessie'll think so, she seems to like my butt...teehee....