Bitch of the day...
Hmmmm...how did today go? SHITTY! No real reason, either, I've just felt crappy all damn day. it started when I had to wake Jason up for work at 3:45 in the morning, and he didn't get out of bed until 4:30. (He was supposed to be at work at 4:15.) So I went back to sleep and of course Jason called me at 10am, why would I be up by then? I don't know, so he called to tell me that he would be getting off work early and would be coming over to take a nap and change, so I fell back asleep till he came over at noon, and I ironed his clothes for him and ate lunch with him,and he made me 5 minutes late for work because he left late, and I hate being late. >:( Then at work, there was as much drama as ever, and one coworker was dragging ass because he was too involved with his football all day, my other coworker was out of it because one of her good friends committed suicide Friday, and I'm just out of it just because. Then, I come home, and it's decently neat, not totally trashed, but there's clipped nails on the coffee table...yuck.
So here's the solutions:
Next time Jason won't get out of bed, I will boot him out.
I refuse to be made late for anyone anymore.
I need to get another job...something I'm working on at the moment...I might get a job at Catie's company. Yay, no more working outside, no more chapped hands, no more wind burned cheeks, and I might get a good night's sleep once in a while.
This one has nothing to do with my above problems, but I've decided I'm not eating anymore because I am a fat cow, and my boobs are getting ridiculously big. If I were to get any bigger, I'd have to special order bras or get those ugly old lady thingies. 40 D for goodness sakes! I know, most girls would love to have them, but not me.
So no more fast food, no more eating nasty junk food, no more desserts or appetizers at restaurants...I need to exercise and get sweaty.
Lastly, I need to get a regular sleep schedule so I don't end up getting wound up and snapping on somebody undeserving, like my mom or something.
So here's the solutions:
Next time Jason won't get out of bed, I will boot him out.
I refuse to be made late for anyone anymore.
I need to get another job...something I'm working on at the moment...I might get a job at Catie's company. Yay, no more working outside, no more chapped hands, no more wind burned cheeks, and I might get a good night's sleep once in a while.
This one has nothing to do with my above problems, but I've decided I'm not eating anymore because I am a fat cow, and my boobs are getting ridiculously big. If I were to get any bigger, I'd have to special order bras or get those ugly old lady thingies. 40 D for goodness sakes! I know, most girls would love to have them, but not me.
So no more fast food, no more eating nasty junk food, no more desserts or appetizers at restaurants...I need to exercise and get sweaty.
Lastly, I need to get a regular sleep schedule so I don't end up getting wound up and snapping on somebody undeserving, like my mom or something.