no one read this
I'm not hiding it just because then it would be even more pointless to post this.
At least this way I won't be ranting at someone who didn't know what hit them and whoever reads it did it against my instructions. Anyway, I'm out of the shower. I took a really hot one. I've decided that my livejournal should be temporarily re-named self-pity-o-meter and there you go, the postergirl of self pity. I absolutly hate feeling sorry for myself, but at the same time I can't do without it. "woe betide" someone pay attention to me because for a second I'm not getting everything I want the right way and now I feel bitchy.
Feeling bitchy is slightly better than self pity, at least a bitch keeps her feelings to herself, unless the bitch is me anyway. I've recently been drawing some pretty crappy stuff, I haven't cum in what feels like a month (but is more like a week), I don't yet have a job, I haven't joined the jane goodall institute foundation like I've been meaning to for nearly a month, I let myself get fatter over the past semester, and I'm whining on lj. Which is the epitome of lame. So before I think of anything else to complain about, I'm going to read in bed... continuing to feel sorry for myself, but discontinuing my rant to anyone who actually chose to read this.
My period isn't for over a week so I can't blame it for this, hopefully my love of books will make up for my momentary lapse in optimism anyway.
At least this way I won't be ranting at someone who didn't know what hit them and whoever reads it did it against my instructions. Anyway, I'm out of the shower. I took a really hot one. I've decided that my livejournal should be temporarily re-named self-pity-o-meter and there you go, the postergirl of self pity. I absolutly hate feeling sorry for myself, but at the same time I can't do without it. "woe betide" someone pay attention to me because for a second I'm not getting everything I want the right way and now I feel bitchy.
Feeling bitchy is slightly better than self pity, at least a bitch keeps her feelings to herself, unless the bitch is me anyway. I've recently been drawing some pretty crappy stuff, I haven't cum in what feels like a month (but is more like a week), I don't yet have a job, I haven't joined the jane goodall institute foundation like I've been meaning to for nearly a month, I let myself get fatter over the past semester, and I'm whining on lj. Which is the epitome of lame. So before I think of anything else to complain about, I'm going to read in bed... continuing to feel sorry for myself, but discontinuing my rant to anyone who actually chose to read this.
My period isn't for over a week so I can't blame it for this, hopefully my love of books will make up for my momentary lapse in optimism anyway.