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I'm a little annoyed right now. Was supposed to meet up with Seas after work to watch the game, and he never (couldn't) come through. The bar was whack, and I didn't have any money so I had to settle for a High Life. UGH. I sent Dave a text admittedly complaining a bit about it, and heard nothing back. Uh, wtf is that shit. Don't ask for much but a little fucking attention, dude. Siriusly. Then, I come home and check my facebook to see that Brittany inboxed me some self-righteous bullshit about not placing a curse after the word 'holy' as it's an insult to God.
...really? Really??? I'm pretty sure all the murders and wars in the name of one faith or another piss God off more than the term 'holy shit'. PLEASE.
Just aggravated. I'm sure not having a day off in about two weeks has a lot to do with it. I put so much effort into not stepping on anyone's toes, mentally, emotionally, metaphorically, physically... And I feel like no one's bothering to pay me the same consideration. Now if I were to turn around and behave like a total cunt, I'd be the bad guy.
I'm not even gonna bother to clean my room any further. I just want to go to bed anyway. PLUS, I got a sneaky suspicion something's gonna 'come up' and Dave won't show tomorrow night. I hope, hope, HOPE I'm wrong, but something tells me I'm not. Once again, tired of putting effort into people/things that don't deserve it.
Whatever. Photos of puppies to make me feel better:
WANT. As soon as I get settled, I'm adopting a baby girl and naming her Omen (Omi for short). She'll be my whoadie, and something for Ting to play with. :p
Okay, those did make me feel a bit better. Off to bed, and if Dave does manage to come through tomorrow, he'll just hafta deal with the state of my room. Humph.
...really? Really??? I'm pretty sure all the murders and wars in the name of one faith or another piss God off more than the term 'holy shit'. PLEASE.
Just aggravated. I'm sure not having a day off in about two weeks has a lot to do with it. I put so much effort into not stepping on anyone's toes, mentally, emotionally, metaphorically, physically... And I feel like no one's bothering to pay me the same consideration. Now if I were to turn around and behave like a total cunt, I'd be the bad guy.
I'm not even gonna bother to clean my room any further. I just want to go to bed anyway. PLUS, I got a sneaky suspicion something's gonna 'come up' and Dave won't show tomorrow night. I hope, hope, HOPE I'm wrong, but something tells me I'm not. Once again, tired of putting effort into people/things that don't deserve it.
Whatever. Photos of puppies to make me feel better:
WANT. As soon as I get settled, I'm adopting a baby girl and naming her Omen (Omi for short). She'll be my whoadie, and something for Ting to play with. :p
Okay, those did make me feel a bit better. Off to bed, and if Dave does manage to come through tomorrow, he'll just hafta deal with the state of my room. Humph.