Fuck-It Friday (the 13th)
I don't think I can remember ever being as frustrated, irritable, or downright violent as I have been lately. The fact that I am trying to quit smoking cigarettes DOES NOT HELP, though there is much more to what is causing me to be this way than the fact my brain does not produce the nicotine it used to on its own. Also its official: I have been very misled the last few years and the old man really pulled a fast one on my mother and I right before he died. Turns out we don't get anything we were supposed to be entitled to. And we are broke. And I haven't found work yet. Fuck you, economy.
Adding insult to injury, this will be the third valentines day I get to spend by myself. Fuck you, Hallmark Corporation, for making me feel guilty of being single so you can sell some fucking greeting cards.
One bright spot: Vanessa and Chaun, the Cougar transplants, are coming in to town tonight. I am hoping they can cheer me up a bit after I bang the skins for a couple hours with the boys.
Adding insult to injury, this will be the third valentines day I get to spend by myself. Fuck you, Hallmark Corporation, for making me feel guilty of being single so you can sell some fucking greeting cards.
One bright spot: Vanessa and Chaun, the Cougar transplants, are coming in to town tonight. I am hoping they can cheer me up a bit after I bang the skins for a couple hours with the boys.