SO CONFUSED.
hey, um...HELLO...why does everyone out there seem to think that they're not responsible for their own fucking actions?! just stop fucking up and you won't have to deal with all this shit. (and since this is a general statement addressed to multiple people in my life, 'this' = overly dramatic bullshit, confusion, pain, financial loss, etc...just everything)
i'm wondering...? if i shook hard enough, would everyone's brains fall back into place? (don't think i'm excepting myself from needing this sort of treatment either)
my bus ride back to work was filled with stories about multi colored vomit flying out of eighteen year-olds mouths and how "somebody really needs to have a party on wednesday night because it's TOTALLY tradition to get fucked and puke and go to family festivities hung over the next day." GROSS. i also fell into such a deep sleep both on the way to school and then back to work that someone needed to wake me up before the bus pulled away again. damn. i should start sleeping more. four and a half hours is hardly enough, and i don't know where to go to steal extra hours of time.
it was super awesome to see whitney over the weekend. she's fucking adorable as ever, and much, much happier (carefree?) than i've seen her in years. it was good to see her, and excellent to be able to hang out with what i consider to be most of my favorite people in milwaukee as well. (with a few notable exceptions of course)
i'm wondering...? if i shook hard enough, would everyone's brains fall back into place? (don't think i'm excepting myself from needing this sort of treatment either)
my bus ride back to work was filled with stories about multi colored vomit flying out of eighteen year-olds mouths and how "somebody really needs to have a party on wednesday night because it's TOTALLY tradition to get fucked and puke and go to family festivities hung over the next day." GROSS. i also fell into such a deep sleep both on the way to school and then back to work that someone needed to wake me up before the bus pulled away again. damn. i should start sleeping more. four and a half hours is hardly enough, and i don't know where to go to steal extra hours of time.
it was super awesome to see whitney over the weekend. she's fucking adorable as ever, and much, much happier (carefree?) than i've seen her in years. it was good to see her, and excellent to be able to hang out with what i consider to be most of my favorite people in milwaukee as well. (with a few notable exceptions of course)