lol life
I really, really wish people would stop asking me how my mom is doing. especially family members on my dad's side who, up until now, never shut the fuck up about what a bitch she supposedly was. now she has cancer so apparently they've all turned into concerned citizens. right. fucking asshats.
but in general I just have no idea how she is doing. she doesn't tell me that sort of thing; she lies about it instead. I know that up until like the day she dies she'll never admit that a single thing is wrong with her, so even if this chemo is going great or it's going shitty I won't be able to tell the goddamn difference. awesome.
so, what else has been going on? got stood up last night. girl stalks me in menlo forever, finally gets up the nerve to ask me for my number, asks me out, then stands me up. what the fuck?
my iphone broke. ordered a 16gb touch to replace it so I don't have to deal with this fucking headphone converter bullshit again (that's what broke, a piece of it got stuck in there and though quinlan's dad managed to get it out it still had damaged the headphone jack beyond repair). still gonna miss all the hacked apps, but eh. as long as it is shiny, goes on the web, and plays music, I'll probably be okay. don't know if it has a camera or not though, pretty sure it doesn't, and I loved the camera on my iphone. ohs wellz.
car stalled out on me last weekend at work, but it turned out to be a false alarm. still, now I'm paranoid everytime I go to turn it on.
pretty much I have been getting my ass kicked by life in every single way of late. sometimes, nay, a lot of the time, I think about why I even bother. and by that I mean, bother being alive.
but in general I just have no idea how she is doing. she doesn't tell me that sort of thing; she lies about it instead. I know that up until like the day she dies she'll never admit that a single thing is wrong with her, so even if this chemo is going great or it's going shitty I won't be able to tell the goddamn difference. awesome.
so, what else has been going on? got stood up last night. girl stalks me in menlo forever, finally gets up the nerve to ask me for my number, asks me out, then stands me up. what the fuck?
my iphone broke. ordered a 16gb touch to replace it so I don't have to deal with this fucking headphone converter bullshit again (that's what broke, a piece of it got stuck in there and though quinlan's dad managed to get it out it still had damaged the headphone jack beyond repair). still gonna miss all the hacked apps, but eh. as long as it is shiny, goes on the web, and plays music, I'll probably be okay. don't know if it has a camera or not though, pretty sure it doesn't, and I loved the camera on my iphone. ohs wellz.
car stalled out on me last weekend at work, but it turned out to be a false alarm. still, now I'm paranoid everytime I go to turn it on.
pretty much I have been getting my ass kicked by life in every single way of late. sometimes, nay, a lot of the time, I think about why I even bother. and by that I mean, bother being alive.