I really try. I feel like it means nothing sometimes.

Fuck, I love my job.

Dear journal,
Some men are stupid. But, you knew that.

Despite all the crazy going on, I've been blessed with some awesome gifting ( Read more... )

I so fucking stressed out. I just need to break all the dishes.

So, there are about a million changes to my life all initiating next week.

Today was depressing at work. 2 people died today. One was the only resident I let myself get close to, because I thought she was in no danger of dying.
The other was just depressing to see him get so weak and confused so quickly.
And the fucking neglecting wanna-be nurses... I fucking hope they choke.

soo... speaking of a vacation. My parents proved to be unexpectedly helpful. When my car broke...again, they let me borrow their van for a week, while they fixed my shit up. Well, fixed it up enough to run. I was driving shawn out to horse sit every morning that week, too. So, that involved hanging out at the pool, playing with kittens, and petting ( Read more... )

the new job's start date was pushed back another fucking month. So much for getting out of poverty. I'm too poor to runaway. I need a vacation so hard. Time for hardcore drinking.
On a side note, I managed to make this bitch at my work get covered in an urn of tea. It was everywhere. One point for me.

So, the ex sent me a message. hes all like, ohh hey im in town if you wanna party. i thought id just ignore him forever, but then i thought maybe id send him this vid to be a bitch forever, instead. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1w8OQEcplY&feature=relatedRead more... )