i miss him.
well, ive started my job at hardee's. its not bad at all. im frontline cashier. tomorrow they start me on breakfast training cuz lately ive been working during lunch...but for this next week or so, im working early in the morning till the afternoon. and all because of this, my boyfriend is away without me cuz i hafta work. ive been talking to him tonight on the phone. i miss him. he makes me feel so good. my brother, jimi, the fourteen year old, pisses me off so much. i was ready to slit my wrist in front of him and slam his head into a wall as my blood drips on the floor. thats how upset i was. i mean, i wouldnt really do something that fuckin dumb...but that's just an idea of how fucking pissed off i was. i come back to my dad's thinking, "cool, spend some time with my brothers and family and chill..." finally at some peace, and that little fucker of a brother of mine decides that he likes to fuck that up for me....but then i talked to michael and told him about all the rage i was burning with and he made me feel better...he makes me laugh...he makes me feel....just....its indescribable. i dont like being without him. i hate trying to fall asleep on this fuckin ass painful couch, thinking about my boyfriend trying to sleep without me next to him. its so hard...its really fucking hard.
i got the new "the used" cd...i love what im hearing so far....michael dont like it though cuz its too emo for his taste, but i love it. im not into the emo scene very much at all, but i love the used....strange, huh? theres something about it.
i remember reading in a friend's entry before about how people read other people's journals and act like they're your friends and what not or saying shit about how what you say is fucked or whatever....dude....it makes me happy that there's only a few people who even CHECK IN on my journal....i love my lj cuz its mine....and it lets my REAL friends...like....jilliann and mandie and other people who im actually close to...in real life...know whats going on with me....its that simple.
i dunno what im talking about. im just trying to kill time. i hafta be to work at eight am and its already quarter till three am....and im so sad because my phone died on me and michael...we got in that last bit of "i love you, baby!" before it died....so im waiting for my phone to charge a bit so i can hear his voice once more before attempt to sleep...this is so not my skedual...spelled wrong, i know, but i dont give a shit. i just wanna talk to him.
whatever. good night.
i got the new "the used" cd...i love what im hearing so far....michael dont like it though cuz its too emo for his taste, but i love it. im not into the emo scene very much at all, but i love the used....strange, huh? theres something about it.
i remember reading in a friend's entry before about how people read other people's journals and act like they're your friends and what not or saying shit about how what you say is fucked or whatever....dude....it makes me happy that there's only a few people who even CHECK IN on my journal....i love my lj cuz its mine....and it lets my REAL friends...like....jilliann and mandie and other people who im actually close to...in real life...know whats going on with me....its that simple.
i dunno what im talking about. im just trying to kill time. i hafta be to work at eight am and its already quarter till three am....and im so sad because my phone died on me and michael...we got in that last bit of "i love you, baby!" before it died....so im waiting for my phone to charge a bit so i can hear his voice once more before attempt to sleep...this is so not my skedual...spelled wrong, i know, but i dont give a shit. i just wanna talk to him.
whatever. good night.