uh oh...that can't be good.
DisorderRatingParanoid:ModerateSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:ModerateAntisocial:LowBorderline:Very HighHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:Very HighDependent:Very HighObsessive-Compulsive:Moderate
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erm...well then.
I spent a long time talking to kathy tonight (mom/aaron's mom) about his recent behavior. she says that he's been just lovely around the house. now, clearly, we've been seeing two different sides of aaron. so we talked about it a lot. and she said she'd talk to him, so we got off the phone early (aaron and I, whose conversation was going nowhere anyway) and he and mom talked...
I have no idea what was said, or if he's mad at me, or what.
god, I'm hungry. my dinner tonight was re-heated taco time burrito. I ate maybe three bites of it. then I ate a square of chocolate.
I think I'll go to the gym tomorrow.
and the library.
a book everyone should read: "running with scissors", by augusten burroughs.
maaaan...downloads take too long on this machine...
...I really hope aaron doesn't hate me.
I just want him to be his old self again.
the aaron that was aaron-man.
from the end of december into january, I have... NINE DAYS IN A ROW of work. I plan on using my medical leave for at least one of them. man, that's a bitch. huge paychecks, but, man... goodbye, life.
we'd better get our tree this weekend.
and it looks like rachael and kristin's x-mas party will fall through. it might be better to do it after x-mas, so we'll all be good and ready for it.
and flora told me tonight that I could still come on sunday night to sing carols to the old folks, even though I have to work that night. yay!! getting paid to sing!! rehearsal is saturday night.
and the new guy from east africa at work, jawar, or whatever his name is...he's kind of a strange character. I'm a little uncomfortable around him. he really likes to say my name. he goes around saying, "kris-teeeen! kur-is-teeeeen!" in this weird little voice he does.
last night, he took apart the spring loader in the plate holder. it's this box-like thing with two sides to put plates in, and springs in it make the plates bounce up and down. well, for whatever reason last night, he decided he wanted to take the springs out of the left side. oh god, was flora PISSED. I was like, "hey, I told him to stop...don't blame me!!" cuz I did. and he didn't listen.
he's kinda weird. and he gives me a lot of attention. maybe it's just cuz we spent a lot of time training together...? I hope that's all it is.
ok...gonna go upstairs for a minute to go to the piddly-diddly department and to get something to godforsaken EAT.
......
*musac plays as kristen tends to her needs*
......
I have returned.
not like you'd notice.
and I have a big, steamy bowl of french vanilla oatmeal. yeeeeeeah.
fuck. MY DOWNLOAD CRAPPED OUT YET AGAIN!!!
ok. whatever. WHATEVER THE FUCK EVER, FUCKING COMPUTER. fuck this. I'm going upstairs for good.
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erm...well then.
I spent a long time talking to kathy tonight (mom/aaron's mom) about his recent behavior. she says that he's been just lovely around the house. now, clearly, we've been seeing two different sides of aaron. so we talked about it a lot. and she said she'd talk to him, so we got off the phone early (aaron and I, whose conversation was going nowhere anyway) and he and mom talked...
I have no idea what was said, or if he's mad at me, or what.
god, I'm hungry. my dinner tonight was re-heated taco time burrito. I ate maybe three bites of it. then I ate a square of chocolate.
I think I'll go to the gym tomorrow.
and the library.
a book everyone should read: "running with scissors", by augusten burroughs.
maaaan...downloads take too long on this machine...
...I really hope aaron doesn't hate me.
I just want him to be his old self again.
the aaron that was aaron-man.
from the end of december into january, I have... NINE DAYS IN A ROW of work. I plan on using my medical leave for at least one of them. man, that's a bitch. huge paychecks, but, man... goodbye, life.
we'd better get our tree this weekend.
and it looks like rachael and kristin's x-mas party will fall through. it might be better to do it after x-mas, so we'll all be good and ready for it.
and flora told me tonight that I could still come on sunday night to sing carols to the old folks, even though I have to work that night. yay!! getting paid to sing!! rehearsal is saturday night.
and the new guy from east africa at work, jawar, or whatever his name is...he's kind of a strange character. I'm a little uncomfortable around him. he really likes to say my name. he goes around saying, "kris-teeeen! kur-is-teeeeen!" in this weird little voice he does.
last night, he took apart the spring loader in the plate holder. it's this box-like thing with two sides to put plates in, and springs in it make the plates bounce up and down. well, for whatever reason last night, he decided he wanted to take the springs out of the left side. oh god, was flora PISSED. I was like, "hey, I told him to stop...don't blame me!!" cuz I did. and he didn't listen.
he's kinda weird. and he gives me a lot of attention. maybe it's just cuz we spent a lot of time training together...? I hope that's all it is.
ok...gonna go upstairs for a minute to go to the piddly-diddly department and to get something to godforsaken EAT.
......
*musac plays as kristen tends to her needs*
......
I have returned.
not like you'd notice.
and I have a big, steamy bowl of french vanilla oatmeal. yeeeeeeah.
fuck. MY DOWNLOAD CRAPPED OUT YET AGAIN!!!
ok. whatever. WHATEVER THE FUCK EVER, FUCKING COMPUTER. fuck this. I'm going upstairs for good.