god damn
So, I think it's finally happening... I'm having a nervous breakdown. I'm in the process of packing up the mountains of shit that make up my worldly possessions.
I'd like to mark it on the record: I FUCKING HATE MOVING, I HATE PACKING, I HATE FINDING BOXES, I HATE CARRYING BAGS DOWN A FLIGHT OF STEPS - JUST IN ORDER TO CARRY THEM UP ANOTHER FLIGHT OF STEPS, I HATE HAVING TO CLEAR STUFF OFF OF MY BED SO THAT I CAN SIT DOWN, I HATE HAVING UNPLUGGED MY COMPUTER/TV-LEAVING ME WITH NO FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT, AND MOST OF ALL: I HATE BEING TOLD THAT HATE WILL SLOWLY KILL ME. Oh wait: AND MOST OF ALL: I HATE HAVING A FRIEND CHARGE ME TO USE THEIR VAN TO MOVE MY SHIT, JUST CUZ I DESTROYED MY VAN DUE TO A FREAK ACCIDENT.
Roger and I signed the lease for our apartment. And, while I simply don't have the strength to go into every gritty detail, basically: I couldn't get my share of the move in costs together in time. Those fuckers at Au Bon Pain screwed me over big time. Plus, I had my debit card stolen, and my account cleaned out. So he got the money together. Problem with that? He's now put close to $2000 into this place, and I've put in nothing. And, he isn't exactly thrilled. I love him very, very much... but he is not helping my mental state right now. Basically, I get stressed out, say something stupid without thinking, and he totally blows it entirely out of proportion. Oh, and then he tells me I have an anxiety disorder... Fucking Psychology Major (FPM). We are all set with money now, though. And I have a new job. I don't even know when or what I posted last, but... the new job is as a nanny in Newton, Mass. It's cool... very nice parents, a really sweet, fun and intelligent little boy (and he's a super hero, by the way). And really decent money. But I just started there. The Au Bon Pain fuckers cut me out of my job 2 weeks before I started school again. Meaning, I lost two whole weeks of pay, in which I could have gotten 35 hours, or in more important terms, $230 each week. But, fuck them. They're all miserable, selfish, heartless fuckers, anyway.
I need to go on vacation. I really might melt down if I don't. I think spring break is coming up soon... and I wanna go somewhere good. Not like I have money to go anywhere, but I'd settle on just sleeping and sleeping, cuddled with mi pony marron, and just being relaxed; happy.
I'd like to mark it on the record: I FUCKING HATE MOVING, I HATE PACKING, I HATE FINDING BOXES, I HATE CARRYING BAGS DOWN A FLIGHT OF STEPS - JUST IN ORDER TO CARRY THEM UP ANOTHER FLIGHT OF STEPS, I HATE HAVING TO CLEAR STUFF OFF OF MY BED SO THAT I CAN SIT DOWN, I HATE HAVING UNPLUGGED MY COMPUTER/TV-LEAVING ME WITH NO FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT, AND MOST OF ALL: I HATE BEING TOLD THAT HATE WILL SLOWLY KILL ME. Oh wait: AND MOST OF ALL: I HATE HAVING A FRIEND CHARGE ME TO USE THEIR VAN TO MOVE MY SHIT, JUST CUZ I DESTROYED MY VAN DUE TO A FREAK ACCIDENT.
Roger and I signed the lease for our apartment. And, while I simply don't have the strength to go into every gritty detail, basically: I couldn't get my share of the move in costs together in time. Those fuckers at Au Bon Pain screwed me over big time. Plus, I had my debit card stolen, and my account cleaned out. So he got the money together. Problem with that? He's now put close to $2000 into this place, and I've put in nothing. And, he isn't exactly thrilled. I love him very, very much... but he is not helping my mental state right now. Basically, I get stressed out, say something stupid without thinking, and he totally blows it entirely out of proportion. Oh, and then he tells me I have an anxiety disorder... Fucking Psychology Major (FPM). We are all set with money now, though. And I have a new job. I don't even know when or what I posted last, but... the new job is as a nanny in Newton, Mass. It's cool... very nice parents, a really sweet, fun and intelligent little boy (and he's a super hero, by the way). And really decent money. But I just started there. The Au Bon Pain fuckers cut me out of my job 2 weeks before I started school again. Meaning, I lost two whole weeks of pay, in which I could have gotten 35 hours, or in more important terms, $230 each week. But, fuck them. They're all miserable, selfish, heartless fuckers, anyway.
I need to go on vacation. I really might melt down if I don't. I think spring break is coming up soon... and I wanna go somewhere good. Not like I have money to go anywhere, but I'd settle on just sleeping and sleeping, cuddled with mi pony marron, and just being relaxed; happy.