Grrrr
It's a rant. Nobody needs to see this, it's trivial shit. I just need to vent.
I'm going out of my fucking mind right now. I hate to sound so damn dramatic, but it is what it is. My blood sugar must be in negative fucking numbers at the moment or something.
Frank picked my mom up from work and took her to dinner. I stayed home because I had to finish my essay for history class and also because I've been in a pretty shitty mood for some days now and did not want to leave the house unless absolutely necessary. All fine and good, right? It would have been, except while they were gone I developed a seriously raging hunger. But I wanted to wait for them to get back before I did anything about it, because I thought they were going to the grocery store after they left the restaurant. Guess who got screwed again? They came back saying that they'd be going to the store later. Isn't that fucking swell?
So I wasn't too thrilled with that, but what could I do? I went ahead and started getting my dinner together - green apples, just like last night. Wanna know what happened next? The netting on the bag gave out and they all fell onto the floor. No kidding. The whole fucking bag. WHOOSH. Rolled all over. I could not take it. I started screaming. Picked them up, put them in a bag, and then ran to my room crying.
Grr. This has been draining.
I'm going out of my fucking mind right now. I hate to sound so damn dramatic, but it is what it is. My blood sugar must be in negative fucking numbers at the moment or something.
Frank picked my mom up from work and took her to dinner. I stayed home because I had to finish my essay for history class and also because I've been in a pretty shitty mood for some days now and did not want to leave the house unless absolutely necessary. All fine and good, right? It would have been, except while they were gone I developed a seriously raging hunger. But I wanted to wait for them to get back before I did anything about it, because I thought they were going to the grocery store after they left the restaurant. Guess who got screwed again? They came back saying that they'd be going to the store later. Isn't that fucking swell?
So I wasn't too thrilled with that, but what could I do? I went ahead and started getting my dinner together - green apples, just like last night. Wanna know what happened next? The netting on the bag gave out and they all fell onto the floor. No kidding. The whole fucking bag. WHOOSH. Rolled all over. I could not take it. I started screaming. Picked them up, put them in a bag, and then ran to my room crying.
Grr. This has been draining.