Repeat Offender: Me
Today's my father's birthday. Congrats to him, and I hope with a sliver of my heart that he dies. He's shoved me into a couch, dragged me across floors, and injured me enough times for me to be allowed to wish that I was free of him. Anyway, the 'rents are going out of town, thanks be to god. Going to the library today after classes: hooray? Anyway, so, this morning, I woke up dead-ass tired, stumbled downstairs for coffee, and *boom* it happens. My mom wishes me good morning, and then she continues to bitch and moan about how I didn't clean the kitchen properly last night. Gasp! Two measly pans. JFC. Plus, she was probably lazing about, watching tv and playing FarmVille, so it's not like she could've done it!! God!!! Anyway, my even bigger news is that CLS and I have finally started talking about the fooling around that we did. Talk about embarrassing, geez. I went to bed last night, practically in tears, whispering for Sam. Anyway, this morning, I followed my assumption that he's trying to find out whether or not I want to have sex & message him back, explaining that I'm not trying to be rude but if he's asking I'm going to have to decline. What a great morning!! Damn. Of course, he could just be merely asking, but I just figured it'd be easier for my mental anguish to just decline RIGHT NOW versus just giving in later. Besides... zero-attracto, remember? And there's the chance that he is seeing someone right now. *shrugs* Wow. Why can't I just have a good morning for once? Haven't weighed-in yet, probably won't til Sunday. 48! Seven down. Of course, I did beg two certain people to make sure I eat something this weekend. If I cave, I'll just come home and work it off. No problemo, the treadie is ready. Har har. How's that for rhyming? L8R to you peeps. (P.S. Sammy, if you're reading this, sorry for interrupting ze games last night. I realize Joe said he could talk, but all the same..)