"come tomorrow when the walls start talkin in this little town, they'll watch me drown..."
It's been busy lately...as always...every free moment i've had aside from work and Katie, i've been trying to clean...it's all wearing me down, to be completely honest with you. Every nite when it's time to go to bed, it's all i can do to make it into the bed. And sleep? well, i'm finally getting it, in a way. It's really more like passing out than actually falling asleep, though...it's not very comfortable...*le sigh*...but, what can you do?
Poor Katie dearest is sickly again. She wanted me to go to the hospital with her last nite, but i just couldn't do it. I feel bad for not being able to...and that bitch Julie showed up. The girl needs a wake up call. She talks about how she's afraid of me, but obviously she's not too afraid. It's all quite amusing really. It didn't bother me much at first, i just kind of brushed it off...but lately it's really starting to get on my nerves...i need to have a talk with this girl. I'm trying to keep calm...i really am...but the damn girl is just pushing all of the wrong buttons...she needs to watch herself before she really pisses me off. Of course, that's probly what she's waiting for. She probly found out that i have no anger management. She's probly trying to piss me off to the point where i lose my temper and fly off the bat so i do something stupid and she can get my ass thrown in jail and she can move in. That's probly exactly what she's doin...*grrrr*
Anyhow...i'm having another one of my Hypoglycemic fits...forgive me a sec...i think i'ma pass out.....
aye me...you know, i stopped havin those for a while...it was nice...but this past week they seem to have resurfaced...arg...
Anyhow. We got a new dog. Indeed. He's a cutie. He's sposed to be a Yorkie, apparently, but he's too big. He looks more like a Silky Terrier. I don't like Yorkie's, though, so that's good. The people who used to have him called him Butterscotch, and by now he's used to it. So, as retarded as it seems, we're keeping it. But, i call him Butthead. lol. Here he is:
Well, i'm done...gota work. ugh...
Poor Katie dearest is sickly again. She wanted me to go to the hospital with her last nite, but i just couldn't do it. I feel bad for not being able to...and that bitch Julie showed up. The girl needs a wake up call. She talks about how she's afraid of me, but obviously she's not too afraid. It's all quite amusing really. It didn't bother me much at first, i just kind of brushed it off...but lately it's really starting to get on my nerves...i need to have a talk with this girl. I'm trying to keep calm...i really am...but the damn girl is just pushing all of the wrong buttons...she needs to watch herself before she really pisses me off. Of course, that's probly what she's waiting for. She probly found out that i have no anger management. She's probly trying to piss me off to the point where i lose my temper and fly off the bat so i do something stupid and she can get my ass thrown in jail and she can move in. That's probly exactly what she's doin...*grrrr*
Anyhow...i'm having another one of my Hypoglycemic fits...forgive me a sec...i think i'ma pass out.....
aye me...you know, i stopped havin those for a while...it was nice...but this past week they seem to have resurfaced...arg...
Anyhow. We got a new dog. Indeed. He's a cutie. He's sposed to be a Yorkie, apparently, but he's too big. He looks more like a Silky Terrier. I don't like Yorkie's, though, so that's good. The people who used to have him called him Butterscotch, and by now he's used to it. So, as retarded as it seems, we're keeping it. But, i call him Butthead. lol. Here he is:
Well, i'm done...gota work. ugh...