Dum Dum give me Gum Gum
You might want to just stay at home now and enjoy a bit of peace and quiet. Perhaps you have a creative project that you would like to start. Unfortunately, it may be difficult to get what you want with the demands others are making of you. Don't worry if satisfaction seems far away. By mid-April, you will be in a much better position to enjoy yourself as you wish.
It's so true! But I don't want to wait til April for breathing room.
I finally finished An American Story. It took me soooo many hourrrrsssss. Why was it so hard to read? Coz Debra Dickerson is a waste.
Drank a lot last night and hadn't eaten anything really before and so this morning I was way nauseous. I thought I was gonna vomit at 10 AM.
I want a milkshake. Shush yew.
But yea so we left Montgomery at 1:50 and made it to Westchester much later. The weather was horrid and I honestly thought we were gonna die. I was reading so I only saw about a third of the accidents occuring around me. Asshole cab driver spun out right in front of us, and when he managed not to kill anyone or himself and stopped spinning, he sped right up again. A dumb bitch in an SUV went flying past us, and I didn't even finish saying "She's gonna have a problem" when she was now facing us and in the trees. Lots of people were spinning out into the median and getting stuck there. Lots of assholes would fly by us and cover our windshield with slush. I hate asshole drivers.
But yea Happy St. Pat's! I hope they don't make me drink too much. Last night I had 6 beers, 3 shots of honey liquor, 2 shots of Patron, and a shot of Triple Sec. On a regular night that'd be cool but on a regular night I have food in my stomach. (Heather was drunk off of 2 beers. No fucking lie.)
Pretty much pointless but oh wells.
Oh shyt I forgot to take my pill. I'll go do that...
It's so true! But I don't want to wait til April for breathing room.
I finally finished An American Story. It took me soooo many hourrrrsssss. Why was it so hard to read? Coz Debra Dickerson is a waste.
Drank a lot last night and hadn't eaten anything really before and so this morning I was way nauseous. I thought I was gonna vomit at 10 AM.
I want a milkshake. Shush yew.
But yea so we left Montgomery at 1:50 and made it to Westchester much later. The weather was horrid and I honestly thought we were gonna die. I was reading so I only saw about a third of the accidents occuring around me. Asshole cab driver spun out right in front of us, and when he managed not to kill anyone or himself and stopped spinning, he sped right up again. A dumb bitch in an SUV went flying past us, and I didn't even finish saying "She's gonna have a problem" when she was now facing us and in the trees. Lots of people were spinning out into the median and getting stuck there. Lots of assholes would fly by us and cover our windshield with slush. I hate asshole drivers.
But yea Happy St. Pat's! I hope they don't make me drink too much. Last night I had 6 beers, 3 shots of honey liquor, 2 shots of Patron, and a shot of Triple Sec. On a regular night that'd be cool but on a regular night I have food in my stomach. (Heather was drunk off of 2 beers. No fucking lie.)
Pretty much pointless but oh wells.
Oh shyt I forgot to take my pill. I'll go do that...