tis the season for DRAMA!
wow, I thought lyd was the only one with a bit of online drama this season, but apparently one of my favorite haunts is having some issues too - a great round of banninations in the comm, followed by CAPSLOCK OF RAGE by comm owner. sheesh. craziness.
and that is all.
oh, i went a round of culling old useless phone numbers from the already-small herd in my cell. sadly, i dropped scotti. later, marissa told me that i was doing things her way - and apparently the popular way, as i saw a similar instance in a cell phone commercial - "people are officially not your friend when you delete them from your cell phone."
god, this should not be so blasted hard to get over. i mean, she was only my best friend for six years, through the worst parts of my pathetic little life. but, hell, at times she was one of the worst parts of my life, because she's all i had. i think mulling it over here makes it easier. unfortunately, not easy enough to stop whining about it any time soon. it's kinda like when you scrape your knee or something: hurts a lot at first, then gradually fades. i'm at the stage when it hurts only when you think about it. but damn, does it hurt a lot. not as much as before, which is good, but still bunches.
back to the cell numbers, my sister says i'm a loser because i only had 48 and now have only 35. so what. i revel in my loserness.
hell, i don't talk to half of those numbers either. i've got pizza places, and my med refill and appts...gosh.
my sister is gone tonight. at my granny's until tomorrow night, with my cousins. i'm spending tomorrow with ramil, so i didn't feel like staying over and putting up a tree. i told them that we'd stop by on the way to ramil's house, if that was okay with him. i dunno what he'll say.
everyone is bugging me about the damned berkeley crap. I KNOW IT'S A PROBLEM NOW, DAMMIT!!!!! it's driving me fucking crazy; i'm almost to 'sick with worry,' and people act like i don't give a damn. *has anxiety attack*
mrow.
i wanna go read fanfiction.
stressfully yours,
mel
and that is all.
oh, i went a round of culling old useless phone numbers from the already-small herd in my cell. sadly, i dropped scotti. later, marissa told me that i was doing things her way - and apparently the popular way, as i saw a similar instance in a cell phone commercial - "people are officially not your friend when you delete them from your cell phone."
god, this should not be so blasted hard to get over. i mean, she was only my best friend for six years, through the worst parts of my pathetic little life. but, hell, at times she was one of the worst parts of my life, because she's all i had. i think mulling it over here makes it easier. unfortunately, not easy enough to stop whining about it any time soon. it's kinda like when you scrape your knee or something: hurts a lot at first, then gradually fades. i'm at the stage when it hurts only when you think about it. but damn, does it hurt a lot. not as much as before, which is good, but still bunches.
back to the cell numbers, my sister says i'm a loser because i only had 48 and now have only 35. so what. i revel in my loserness.
hell, i don't talk to half of those numbers either. i've got pizza places, and my med refill and appts...gosh.
my sister is gone tonight. at my granny's until tomorrow night, with my cousins. i'm spending tomorrow with ramil, so i didn't feel like staying over and putting up a tree. i told them that we'd stop by on the way to ramil's house, if that was okay with him. i dunno what he'll say.
everyone is bugging me about the damned berkeley crap. I KNOW IT'S A PROBLEM NOW, DAMMIT!!!!! it's driving me fucking crazy; i'm almost to 'sick with worry,' and people act like i don't give a damn. *has anxiety attack*
mrow.
i wanna go read fanfiction.
stressfully yours,
mel