what's the point of valentine's day when you want to fucking murder your girlfriend?

Feb 13, 2004 17:29

Give me a break. God I had such a nice day. I got up decently on time, went down for cereal with Effie, then went to my recitation at 11 and all we did was watch Medea. Plus it was really warm out today and it felt almost like spring. Then after class Effie and I got our shit together, woke up Garrett who decided to join us, and we embarked on our long-awaited uptown adventure. See, it's rare if I make it above Chelsea which is true for most kids downtown, so I was excited to leave the Village for the first time since I've been back. We had a whole day planned. We went shopping on Madison, Park, and Fifth. (Mostly window shopping of course).

Then we became "ladies (and Garrett) who lunch." We had originally intended on going to Tao but decided last minute to go to Rue instead. We had great food and of course my favorite chocolate orgasm cake to top it off. We had a really nice time.

Then I come home to ....
So whatever. I'm really sick of certain things, like I'm sick of trying so hard all the time - for overcompensating and picking up the slack every time someone doesn't pull their share. So I'm taking a fucking break. I'm so sick of people letting me down or pissing me off, that I'm just beginning a self-induced solitary confinement. You can find me in 629, but don't bother me when Law and Order is on. HAAAAAAA!
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