You know, you know...
Today has been a crappy day. Nothing bad has really happened, it's just one of those days.
Then at dinner, I made a joke about my roomie being a man. I would never say something like that in seriousness. Then later during dinner, she made a joke about killing Zoe.
I cried.
I don't know what's more pathetic: me crying a little bit at dinner in front of 4 of my friends, or the fact that I was crying over the thought of my roomie killing my baby.
Bluh, is it Friday evening yet?
Edit: Oh, look. It's December 12! One month until I turn 19. =/
Then at dinner, I made a joke about my roomie being a man. I would never say something like that in seriousness. Then later during dinner, she made a joke about killing Zoe.
I cried.
I don't know what's more pathetic: me crying a little bit at dinner in front of 4 of my friends, or the fact that I was crying over the thought of my roomie killing my baby.
Bluh, is it Friday evening yet?
Edit: Oh, look. It's December 12! One month until I turn 19. =/