Who is he going to kill, Donnie?
Egh.
Is this all I really have to account for myself? Just a sigh, a headache, and a movie I've seen so many times I could recite every line if I muted the tv? This summer home, by far, has been one of the worst ever. I'm not a person that is made to sit around and do nothing. I have to have a plan, a destination, something to at least accomplish with a deadline. I don't have any of that. I just do what I want when I want and it is so fucking boring.
I'm like really sick of doing the same thing every single day. Day in day out. This stupid pattern is leaving me depressed. At the time when I'm doing it, it's fun and I love it. But then I look back on what I did and I think of how pathetic it is that I somehow can't seem to manage to do anything differently.
I'm so sick of my job. It's a fucking pit of hell and annoyance. My boss is the most unqualified person in management I have ever had to encounter and deal with on a daily basis. I'm so sick of working for her for only $6.50 an hour. Even a raise wouldn't get me to stay there. She just....,ugh....it's not worth my time.
Then again, what is?
In the boy department, I want to say that everything is perfect. I see Zack just about every day for a bunch of hours on hand and we have a great time together. it's just the really, really personal sex stuff that has become jeopradized by my stupid mistakes. I love him. And...well...I guess that isn't good enough.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I find myself an attractive enough person. But I guess I'm not. I don't know what to improve upon. I guess I could lose about twenty pounds. Eghhhh.
I have to go to the mall about an hour and a half earlier than I was supposed to because Kelli wants to get off a half hour early and this is the only time I can get a ride in.
Oh, you know what else I'm sick of?
People taking advantage of the undying friendship that I offer them.
Think about it.
Is this all I really have to account for myself? Just a sigh, a headache, and a movie I've seen so many times I could recite every line if I muted the tv? This summer home, by far, has been one of the worst ever. I'm not a person that is made to sit around and do nothing. I have to have a plan, a destination, something to at least accomplish with a deadline. I don't have any of that. I just do what I want when I want and it is so fucking boring.
I'm like really sick of doing the same thing every single day. Day in day out. This stupid pattern is leaving me depressed. At the time when I'm doing it, it's fun and I love it. But then I look back on what I did and I think of how pathetic it is that I somehow can't seem to manage to do anything differently.
I'm so sick of my job. It's a fucking pit of hell and annoyance. My boss is the most unqualified person in management I have ever had to encounter and deal with on a daily basis. I'm so sick of working for her for only $6.50 an hour. Even a raise wouldn't get me to stay there. She just....,ugh....it's not worth my time.
Then again, what is?
In the boy department, I want to say that everything is perfect. I see Zack just about every day for a bunch of hours on hand and we have a great time together. it's just the really, really personal sex stuff that has become jeopradized by my stupid mistakes. I love him. And...well...I guess that isn't good enough.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I find myself an attractive enough person. But I guess I'm not. I don't know what to improve upon. I guess I could lose about twenty pounds. Eghhhh.
I have to go to the mall about an hour and a half earlier than I was supposed to because Kelli wants to get off a half hour early and this is the only time I can get a ride in.
Oh, you know what else I'm sick of?
People taking advantage of the undying friendship that I offer them.
Think about it.