If I plan to go eat at the motherfucking Macaroni Grill more than 20 minutes in advance, everything falls the fuck apart. Plans for life. Pfft. Wastes of time.
They scare you into planning things so that you will hate life like the rest of everyone.
I am ready to throw up -or burst into tears, or something. They are getting married Memorial Day weekend and it just now hit me. That man will be living in my house, wearing on my patience forever.
I have spent the whole day copying CD's onto my computer and stuff. I made a Banana Cream Pie too. Right now it is chilling in the fridge - 2 and a half hours to go
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