"Here's my card."
okay, i don't bitch.
well maybe i do, but i don't bitch OFTEN. haven't posted like this in a long time. and this is probably really pointless cause honestly, who reads this stuff anyway?
so today. REALLY good day. like, super awesome-possibly-leading-to-even-awesomer-days kind of day. no details yet, don't want to jinx it and all that. and then SHE comes home. and starts asking me all these ridiculous left field questions when i'm busy and for some reasons it pisses me off so bad, to the point that i'm screaming at the door when she closes it. then suddenly i have the worst indigestion ever. and my head feels funny. can pure hatred do that to you? and completely ruin a fabulous day? ugh.
and i can't even think about school. my stomach lurches every time the subject comes up. i still have so much work to do before september 4th and i keep putting it off because apparently i like to test my procrastination skills and stress levels. mental masochism at it's best :D
well maybe i do, but i don't bitch OFTEN. haven't posted like this in a long time. and this is probably really pointless cause honestly, who reads this stuff anyway?
so today. REALLY good day. like, super awesome-possibly-leading-to-even-awesomer-days kind of day. no details yet, don't want to jinx it and all that. and then SHE comes home. and starts asking me all these ridiculous left field questions when i'm busy and for some reasons it pisses me off so bad, to the point that i'm screaming at the door when she closes it. then suddenly i have the worst indigestion ever. and my head feels funny. can pure hatred do that to you? and completely ruin a fabulous day? ugh.
and i can't even think about school. my stomach lurches every time the subject comes up. i still have so much work to do before september 4th and i keep putting it off because apparently i like to test my procrastination skills and stress levels. mental masochism at it's best :D