Mar 13, 2006 13:26
Perhaps going to the gym wasn't such a wonderful idea. The right side of my back is killing me, from my shoulder to my hip. What the hell.
Got very drunk Saturday night. Completely not my fault. Really, I swear. I did, however, end up feeling not so pleasant. I suppose I didn't realize quite how much rum I was adding to my Pepsi. Oh well, no harm done. Except to my liver.
Anyway. Not much else to say. Not looking forward to going to work.
Very sick of the same-old same-old.
Like I told Gina, I really just want to drive to the airport and get on the next plane to Omaha. You know why? Because I have no idea what the fuck is in Omaha.
I guess going to Worcester this weekend will just have to be good enough. Yay for Fall Out Boy and having a hotel room with Rob.
Pfft on responsibilites.
Until then...
I never thought I'd walk away from you- I did
It's a false sense of accomplishment
Every time I quit
Anyone can see my every flaw- it isn't hard
Anyone can say they're above this all
It takes my pain away