more than you'd think
back again.
sadly, this. . . journaling. . . is thrilling. also, writing scraps of nothing provides breaks from my 'productive' day off.
i've been cleaning the upstairs and ridding my car of trash. also, i. . . had lunch. it seemed like so much more at the time.
i read over some shit from 2004 and 2005. i haven't had a real boyfriend since that dipshit in oregon. andrew doesn't count because we broke up a million times, and. . . well, yeah, we should have just stayed friends.
the only thing i miss about bubs is the sex. where will i find sex like that again? in england? that would be swell.
mom's still pissed. i attempted an apology (which, to me, was undeserved). i said, "i know you have other things bothering you right now, but i'm sorry i overreacted about the red beans and rice."
to which she replied, "no, sweetheart, you didn't overreact, i did. i'm sorry, too."
no, that didn't happen at all. actually, she perfectly ignored me, and i glared off into the distance and imagined twirling my plate of food across the kitchen, storming out to my car, and staying gone for three days.
instead, i got some strawberries and chocolate soy milk and headed upstairs. since then, i've been half-cleaning/half-taking surveys online. i am, in fact, borderline retarded, according to the visual IQ test.
i'm pissed at her! she's been mad for going on 24 hours because of nothing! nothing! and she acts like she hates my guts. i should steal her car and crash it into a ditch after having an orgy in a pool of whiskey. then she can be this mad at me.
it's sunny again.
i came back inside because it threatened rain, but now it's sunny. a walk! and then reading and then star trek voyager.
sadly, this. . . journaling. . . is thrilling. also, writing scraps of nothing provides breaks from my 'productive' day off.
i've been cleaning the upstairs and ridding my car of trash. also, i. . . had lunch. it seemed like so much more at the time.
i read over some shit from 2004 and 2005. i haven't had a real boyfriend since that dipshit in oregon. andrew doesn't count because we broke up a million times, and. . . well, yeah, we should have just stayed friends.
the only thing i miss about bubs is the sex. where will i find sex like that again? in england? that would be swell.
mom's still pissed. i attempted an apology (which, to me, was undeserved). i said, "i know you have other things bothering you right now, but i'm sorry i overreacted about the red beans and rice."
to which she replied, "no, sweetheart, you didn't overreact, i did. i'm sorry, too."
no, that didn't happen at all. actually, she perfectly ignored me, and i glared off into the distance and imagined twirling my plate of food across the kitchen, storming out to my car, and staying gone for three days.
instead, i got some strawberries and chocolate soy milk and headed upstairs. since then, i've been half-cleaning/half-taking surveys online. i am, in fact, borderline retarded, according to the visual IQ test.
i'm pissed at her! she's been mad for going on 24 hours because of nothing! nothing! and she acts like she hates my guts. i should steal her car and crash it into a ditch after having an orgy in a pool of whiskey. then she can be this mad at me.
it's sunny again.
i came back inside because it threatened rain, but now it's sunny. a walk! and then reading and then star trek voyager.