Mar 31, 2005 12:22
okay, now i'm becoming obsessive compolsive about this application.
i check my mail as often as i can
i want them to write
i don't want to waitress anymore
mom put me in a crappy mood by yelling at me about the fafsa application to wake me up then getting mad when i tried to explain it to her and fix things. so i walked away. she can figure it out on her own.
ouch.
i hurt.
ahhemhem. . .
KEATH