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I'm starting to get sick of my morning routine of waking up, eating breakfast, taking my vitamin and then feeling completely exhausted and taking a nap until one in the afternoon. It makes me feel like a bum.
Yesterday I picked up Christian from work, and we stopped at the mall so I could pick up a fathers day present. That mall is disgusting and its going to shit and everything is closing and I'm really glad I don't work there anymore. Anyway, we saw Steph and that was nice because I haven't seen her in I think a year. Annnd then we were going to leave but we were walking through the middle of the mall and there was an old man making name signs for kid's rooms out of these plastic letter things, so we had to stop and get an Olivia one made. It's beautifully adorable.
We came home and had a good night until ten when Martin called and said he was outside waiting to pick Christian up. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate how it seems like good nights constantly end with me feeling shitty and Christian being whisked away by his boyfriend. It happens all the time, except for last week, which was like the best week of our relationship and we got along so well and coincidentally "the other woman" was down at senior week. Bleh. All I know is that he will never leave Olivia to go out with him or I will twist his testicles until they pop off.
Man oh man oh man. I hate showers. Too much energy required. I'm exhausted. I'll be sleeping in the living room with Rickycat. Word.
Yesterday I picked up Christian from work, and we stopped at the mall so I could pick up a fathers day present. That mall is disgusting and its going to shit and everything is closing and I'm really glad I don't work there anymore. Anyway, we saw Steph and that was nice because I haven't seen her in I think a year. Annnd then we were going to leave but we were walking through the middle of the mall and there was an old man making name signs for kid's rooms out of these plastic letter things, so we had to stop and get an Olivia one made. It's beautifully adorable.
We came home and had a good night until ten when Martin called and said he was outside waiting to pick Christian up. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate how it seems like good nights constantly end with me feeling shitty and Christian being whisked away by his boyfriend. It happens all the time, except for last week, which was like the best week of our relationship and we got along so well and coincidentally "the other woman" was down at senior week. Bleh. All I know is that he will never leave Olivia to go out with him or I will twist his testicles until they pop off.
Man oh man oh man. I hate showers. Too much energy required. I'm exhausted. I'll be sleeping in the living room with Rickycat. Word.