blech
Today was good, but it could have been better, and the one person who knows how.. kinda decides not too.. But, other than that.. My day was good. I hate coming home, because I hate it here. I hate all that this house has. So many distractions from what I really should be doing. I hate when people type like morons, nothing irritates me more than seeing this "luk kiD, dis iz da waY 2 type" I hate when she goes online, as soon as she gets home. Because I cant call her, it annoys the fuck out of me. She knows that is does.. fuck.. I hate this place...