I realized that I need a giant eraser for 99% of the things I do/say while I am PMSing. I'm actually in the most horrible mood I've ever been in, if only for the fact that it's lasted about two weeks. Every little thing is stressing me out so much, and it seems like there are an inordinate amount of little things going on. It's gotten so bad that I ( Read more... )

The more I live of life, the more I understand that the human condition is defined by sorrow and heartbreak. If you are very lucky, the few, precious years of childhood is the only time during which you may escape this fate. Perhaps this is why I buy cow rain boots and giggle about bubble wrap and challenge Brad to ice cream eating contests; I am ( Read more... )

P.S. Except Jenna. And Susie. And Steve. And Lisa. And Laura...

Okay, everyone HERE.

I hate Everyone.

Seriously.

Must.....stay......awake ( Read more... )

Let me pose this question to the world at large. Anyone who is willing to answer, feel free ( Read more... )

I'm so sick of nights I could puke. I woke up this afternoon and I swear that the devil himself took house in my body as I slept. Wrong side of the bed would be a serious understatement. Only half an hour left. The I get to go home and worry all day long. Zach's coming up to sleep with me and make me breakfast, though. *sigh* What a cutie.

Heather ( Read more... )

At the current point in time, 3 am here in raining, miserable, Jay Maine, I am struggling through my sixth night in a row, and trying to ignore the fact that I have two more. I am becoming disgusted with the fact that I do all of my living in a windowless lab in an extremely large steel and concrete building (regardless of how cool that sounds, it ( Read more... )

Only three more hours. I have a new hatred...12 hour days. God, I wish Ella was working here with me this summer, then I would at least have someone to go visit from time to time. Thus far, I have resorted to wandering through the mill and getting strange looks from all the mill employees, and popping the giant roll of bubble wrap outside my door ( Read more... )

I'm halfway through my shift at work right now, and I can't REALLY tell if anything I'm typing is spelled correctly. Aweeeeeeesome. I hate, hate, hate working 12-hour nights. Tons. Because I get silly-stupid tired around 4 am, I drive home on complete auto-pilot (watch out if you happen to between Farmington and Jay around 6 am, btw), and I can't ( Read more... )