my room is a mess.
yet, i do not clean. fuck that.
glad i got to hang out w/ the cotillion peeps today. felt like old times, minus gay choreographer. i bet tim missed him tho. harhar. aaanywhoz. went to jen's after & spent some quality time w/ the poker chips. lost both rounds tho. i'm no good at heads up. tim knows all my damn tells too.
jen, i hope you feel better =T i <3 you! oh, and i tried to get you that cookie, but those bitches were closed.
ron, i hope you feel better too.
taddy, i SO wanna hit your clothes. but i'll just settle for the earrings & belt.
sarah, it was damn nice seeing you today. it's been a freakin while.
i really really really need to do some laundry. & cleaning up. my room is like a disaster area. shit, son. no joke. it's like cluttered. i swear, i clean it. then in like an hour its messy again. shit.
i might as well start doin that.
& if anyone cares, i'm feelin better. not much better but i'm alright. i'm always worried i'm gonna screw up or something. not just w/ him but w/ everything else in my life. bah, i'm good tho.
oh, thanks jovie for giving me some other music options that wont get me so depressed. whoohoo.
i have a 2nd job interview at target tomorrow. wish me luck, fuckers!
peace not too difficult. did anyone get that?
too freakin bad i left my shirt in palm springs. what a BITCH.