Fuck, to the nth degree.
Sarah is staying with me at her friend's place! Ah! OMG, so much relief. SO MUCH!
I'm officially freaking out about London. I still have nowhere to stay, as friend is still MIA and can't weigh in on my hostel choices. I am... fucking freaking out. This has basically tainted the entire trip for me, really.
I wish the ticket was refundable, or exchangeable, or something. Because at this point, I just wouldn't fucking go.
Argh, this is incredibly frustrating. Wouldn't be nearly as frustrating if I was traveling with someone but... alas.
Basically, what would make my life is if someone just planned this for me. If someone just took my credit card and booked me something and said, "Fuck you, fucking deal with it!" and I probably would. Deal with it.
Bachelorette is Saturday night; three girls have already dropped out, leaving me on the hook for their tickets and just... fuck this. I can't wait until it's all over. I cannot wait until I'm on a plane or in Albania or something.
I'm watching Passenger Side, trying to get out of this down and out funk. Because Adam Scott and his stupid little girl legs can make anyone smile, right? This movie just reminds me how fucking much I hate Los Angeles.
...I just said fuck, a lot.
Whatever. Game one tonight. Yeah. There's that.
I'm officially freaking out about London. I still have nowhere to stay, as friend is still MIA and can't weigh in on my hostel choices. I am... fucking freaking out. This has basically tainted the entire trip for me, really.
I wish the ticket was refundable, or exchangeable, or something. Because at this point, I just wouldn't fucking go.
Argh, this is incredibly frustrating. Wouldn't be nearly as frustrating if I was traveling with someone but... alas.
Basically, what would make my life is if someone just planned this for me. If someone just took my credit card and booked me something and said, "Fuck you, fucking deal with it!" and I probably would. Deal with it.
Bachelorette is Saturday night; three girls have already dropped out, leaving me on the hook for their tickets and just... fuck this. I can't wait until it's all over. I cannot wait until I'm on a plane or in Albania or something.
I'm watching Passenger Side, trying to get out of this down and out funk. Because Adam Scott and his stupid little girl legs can make anyone smile, right? This movie just reminds me how fucking much I hate Los Angeles.
...I just said fuck, a lot.
Whatever. Game one tonight. Yeah. There's that.