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Why is it that people who play games on yahoo think that I'm attractive and funny and can't figure out why I don't have a boyfriend, yet I'm still so painfully single?
Cassie comes to me for relationship advice. Jeff comes to me for relationship advice. Last night Sarah and I sat at her house eating ice cream and doritos, watching TV, taking care of a sick kitten, and talking about her marriage. I come very close to understanding interactions between people, and yet I can't seem to get anywhere. I've had to grow up in every other way, why can't I have a grown-up relationship that lasts longer than 6 months? bah!
Just a thought, is all.
The economy in Jackson makes me sad. I hate working Friday nights and the store beign painfully slow. Really. How can a Friday night at the mall be boring?
I think I'm going to end up changing what I want to do with my life again. yes, I would like to be a social worker, but I'm thinking I'd like to work in early childhood development. Meh, whatever. I have to get a bachelor's first. Stupid Albion. If I had the energy, I'd be pissed as hell, but I just don't have the energy right now, especially given the weird things my blood sugar's been doing. Diabetes. That's all I'd need now, but it runs in my family like whoa. Stupid body. Stupid PCOS. Why can't I just have a normal endochrine/digestive/reproductive/nervous/skeletal/emotional system?
Paco's chicken is stalking me.
Damn chicken.
(I *heart* working with Cassie)
Cassie comes to me for relationship advice. Jeff comes to me for relationship advice. Last night Sarah and I sat at her house eating ice cream and doritos, watching TV, taking care of a sick kitten, and talking about her marriage. I come very close to understanding interactions between people, and yet I can't seem to get anywhere. I've had to grow up in every other way, why can't I have a grown-up relationship that lasts longer than 6 months? bah!
Just a thought, is all.
The economy in Jackson makes me sad. I hate working Friday nights and the store beign painfully slow. Really. How can a Friday night at the mall be boring?
I think I'm going to end up changing what I want to do with my life again. yes, I would like to be a social worker, but I'm thinking I'd like to work in early childhood development. Meh, whatever. I have to get a bachelor's first. Stupid Albion. If I had the energy, I'd be pissed as hell, but I just don't have the energy right now, especially given the weird things my blood sugar's been doing. Diabetes. That's all I'd need now, but it runs in my family like whoa. Stupid body. Stupid PCOS. Why can't I just have a normal endochrine/digestive/reproductive/nervous/skeletal/emotional system?
Paco's chicken is stalking me.
Damn chicken.
(I *heart* working with Cassie)