Life is messy.
Tara, Kalan, and I have an apartment on lock. We're moving in on June 1st. My job is still going well. I'm at it right now actually. I have been sober 1 day since Krysta and I broke up. I still can't seem to get myself to sleep without being fucked up. I probably could if I tried hard enought but I don't want to think b/c if I think I'll cry and I don't like to cry. So I get drunk. I get really drunk...A LOT. I get drunk with Krysta sometimes and she just tries to hit on me and make out with me while I'm trying to be friends with her so that's not working out. I haven't talked to her since Friday. I only talked to her then because we (Tara, Kalan, Nikki, Mike, and I) were driving home in tornado weather and I was freaked out and I wanted to know she was okay. There were tornados going through lots of places near us. We made it home though and no tornado touched down near us. Yay.
Anyway, that was long and rambling and now I'm getting emails saying my co-workers are backed up so even though I'm on my lunch break I'm going to go help them out.
Anyway, that was long and rambling and now I'm getting emails saying my co-workers are backed up so even though I'm on my lunch break I'm going to go help them out.