who am i? I bet you cant even tell me that much.

Sep 06, 2005 08:53

Brandons grandmas funeral this morning, then straight to work until 3:30. Last night I got stung by something while I was in bed and my throat tightened up and made it really hard to breathe. I felt almost paralyzed. I guess I was allergic... It took a few minutes to get really bad. RIGHT when it happened, i jumped up and tore my bed apart, and found nothing, but theres a mark on my toe now where it bit/ stung me, and i could barely breathe last night for about an hour. I was on the phone with kris when it happened, and he said he would call back in a half hour and check on me, because i said i wasnt feeling good, but he forgot. I hate being forgotten.

Speaking of Kris, Im going to Eugene in 21 days. Things arent the best right now, so I dont really know how they will be then, but I hope they at least kind of get better. the other night we got into a fight because he told me Im not allowed to go to the Saturday market (something I really kind of wanted to go to) because his most recent ex girlfriend's parents have a booth there, and she doesnt want to see me. Uh... is that EXTREMELY wrong to anyone else? Why the hell do you care what she thinks about me?? Im still so fucking frustrated about that.

In other news, I really wish they would start lecturing people about the dangers of driving high as well as drunk. Lea drives high and it makes me so mad. I guess as far as drugs go, Im getting a little more "i dont give a shit" about it IF you stay put when youre doing it. I still hate it, but it happens, and just like theyre not changing my mind, Im not changing theirs. however, as someone who has to drive on those roads with those people, I would appreciate if MY life wasnt put in danger because of your stupidity. God that gets to me.

Im such an angry person. Maybe I just care about things too much. I dont like drugs, I dont like being forgotten, and I dont like liars. I think that pretty much covers my angst right now.
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