I'm too lazy to write much.

I worked tonight. It was uneventful besides Donna being the cause of a huge crisis that she didn't have to deal with.

And I called him. I don't know why, but I did.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why is it that I have no problem being a complete asshole to people who matter to me, but I'm racked with guilt about ignoring phone calls from someone who's been arrested 17 times. I know that, but not their last name, yet I just can't stand being so mean. This from the girl who chronically cuts people from her life ( Read more... )

*sigh* He called apologizing in a voicemail. And I feel like the asshole because I didn't pick up. And didn't/don't intend on calling him back. I feel like a heartless coquette.

It seems my new go-to phrase has become "in case you were wondering".

In case you were wondering.

Small update on the reviews I got back regarding my debate:

One of my classmates said, "Megan and Ashley were incredibly rude and unnecessarily bitter." My teacher said, "You are so polite!"....

I hate people who waste their intelligence. I hate people who are falsely complimentary. I hate people who only want to get some. I hate people who think they're above me because "mommy and daddy" paid for my car and their's was paid for by selling drugs. I hate people who aren't funny. I hate people who think that by taking up smoking (numerous ( Read more... )

I'm starting to get that feeling that I always get at this point in relationships. I start to feel like there are too many strings attached....too close for comfort. I get tired of feeling impossibly connected to certain people and feeling incapable of being able to seperate myself. I guess I've just never liked being linked to anything. I have to ( Read more... )

Its pretty unsettling for me to look at just how drastically things, and therefore me, have changed in the past year. I can't even do it justice in writing ( Read more... )

This is how utterly malleable and easily swayed I am: yesterday Jill was at the salon getting her eyebrows waxed, so she hung around for awhile longer chit-chating with me afterwards. Naturally, the subject of college came up and she made some joking comment like, "jeez, why do you have to go to Milwaukee or something. You were supposed to go to ( Read more... )

What a jip. What a big fing rip off. My mom totally tried to pull one over on me. But oh no! Not me, I know better. Because you see, she bought some off brand Wheat Thins awhile back. They were not good. I told her so, as a preventative measure against her buying them again. They sat up in the cabinet for quite some time, and I don't really recall ( Read more... )