Its beer-thirty already... grrr
ok... so i said it was to be continued... bottom line was that my late grandmother "Grammie" shoulda fuckin been there this weekend to see my daughter grow up just a little bit more. Its not fair that Mike's asshole parents get to be there every fucking step of the way and that she isnt here to share it with me. I cant call her and tell her about the cute thing jasmine said the other day or invite her to birthday parties or call her on speaker phone at the asscrack of dawn and wake her up and me and Jas sing happy birthday to her in our loudest and most obnoxious voices. *crying my eyes out now* I dont know if im more sad or angry or what. I just know that its not fucking fair. I have been so up and down lately and I know that she's "watching over me" or whatever, but what the hell do i get out of that?
Its already been one of those days at work where I could just explode or have a nervous breakdown or something. People are so unprofessional and ugly to each other... because for whatever reason thats how it is and it seems like its ok to be that way because other people are that way and so it becomes a vicious cycle. Me being ready to pop any second is gonna get me in trouble, but hopefully i'll be able to keep my mouth shut for at least a little while. Till i can go and have a cocktail or something. I need to relax.
anyone up for cocktails?
Its already been one of those days at work where I could just explode or have a nervous breakdown or something. People are so unprofessional and ugly to each other... because for whatever reason thats how it is and it seems like its ok to be that way because other people are that way and so it becomes a vicious cycle. Me being ready to pop any second is gonna get me in trouble, but hopefully i'll be able to keep my mouth shut for at least a little while. Till i can go and have a cocktail or something. I need to relax.
anyone up for cocktails?