Day 139: Everybody thinks sick sick little things.

I hate getting off work and it's daylight out. My body thinks it's time to be awake and the rest of me is like NO CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP. And my body doesn't like to listen to logic. Just like the normal me. Logic. PSHHHHH who listens to logic.

Day 138: UGH TAKE FIVE SUCKS

But it's not so bad when Cass hangs around and we talk for hours about the weirdest shit. Like, butt sex. We seriously had a long talk about butt sex. And hahaha. Cass said if she had an eye missing she said she'd totally let the guy stick it in her eye socket just to see how it felt. I love that girl so much. I'm glad I got hired at the casino just so I could meet Cass.

Day 137: Moving out

I had a crapload of calls about apartments. Some had a problem with my cats. So that doesn't help. THEY ARE CATS, what the fuck are they going to do to your apartment if they are litter trained??? I'd be more concerned about a dog. Those fuckers EAT EVERYTHING. They was also a really weird email I got about sending my credit report in order to view the one apartment. I don't have a line of credit. Like...at all. So I have nothing to send them. This is why I am thinking of getting a credit card that you make payments on every month so that I can establish a line of credit.

Oh yeah, and Max left me today. I'm still not sure whether or not this was a mutual thing. And I would appreciate if not alot of people pester me about what happened. We're just not made to be. I'm eighteen, not forty five. I'm not wasting away. It's not like there aren't other guys out there. I'm sure I'll be okay. Time heals all wounds. It's all going to be fine. People change. Feelings Change. I'll be okay.

Day 136: So tell me when you're going to let me in.

So today, Kate came home, but I wasn't allowed to go home yet because my mother and sister have been remodeling my bedroom and I currently had no bed in my room. I didn't even have a mattress. So we just chilled and stayed up all night talking about her boyfriend/fiancee. It was nice. I also did a lot of calling around about getting an apartment because the plan I had fell through.

Day 135: So the cable went out

So I had nothing else better to do so I have been watching a bunch of movies that Kate owns that I have never seen before. I have never seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding, so I watched that. I absolutely adored the hell out of it. And I cried at the part where her parents bought them a house. I also watched the movie version of Running With Scissors which was alot less graphic than the actual book, which I was happy for. I thought I was going to need to turn it off because I could barely finish the book due to the graphic content. Now I am watching Notting Hill, another movie that has been quoted often, but I have never seen it. And I love love love love love Julia Roberts so this is something I definitely needed to watch.

Day 134: I'm so glad I don't have seven evil exs

So obviously as you could tell from my last post I'm not having the best week. I am watching Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World and eating icecream to make me feel better. I am also planning my wedding and writing all at the same time because there is nothing better for me to do. So yeah, I have nothing to really report, just posting a quick post before I have to go to work tonight. Love, Luck and Lollipops everyone.

Day 133: It would be nice if you could not make me feel like a piece of shit every day of my life

As much as I really want to bitch and piss and moan about what happened today on my blog publicly, I frankly just don't give enough of a fucking damn in order to even post about this. I am just sick of constantly being treated like shit by the people who supposedly "love" me. And I am sick of people that don't pay for their shit. And I'm sick of people who have no sense of responsifuckingbility. And people who care more about losing their money at a fucking casino, than picking me up after work so I can make some fucking money so that I can get a goddamn house and be out of everyone's goddamn hair. And I'm sick of people getting pissed because they have to drive me to work when BECAUSE OF THEM, I can't drive. I am sick of alot of different people and this post is not just directed at one person imparticular so those that seem to think they fucking know everything can shove it up their ass. I am also sick of feeling like everything is fucking my fault. I blame myself for EVERYTHING everyone else does to me since that's all I've done my whole life since it was the only way for me to cope with the shit I have been through since I was 15. Which if you knew me at fucking all, you'd know what the fuck I'm talking about. And I'm sick of people not standing up for themselves. I'm sick of people who bitch about other people's babies when they cry. A baby is a FUCKING BABY. It's only method of communication IS TO FUCKING CRY. A baby does not just shoot out of your veej and start telling you the cure to cancer and how THE FUCK to establish world peace. YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT A BABY DOES WHEN IT POPS OUT OF YOUR VEEJ? IT FUCKING CRIES. Because that's what a baby FUCKING does. If you don't like that, then leave the mother fucking room or invest in some fucking earplugs. And I'm sick of stupid people. And I'm sick of being called stupid. I'm sick of being told to calm down when I have a fucking reason to be upset. I'm sick of everything that comes out of a certain person's mouth sounding like a bowl full of FUCKING LIES. I'm sick of promises never kept. I'm sick of lending people money and being treated like shit by said person. I'm sick of spilt beer on my icecream RUINING the icecream. I'm sick of trash. I'm sick of cleaning up everyone else's mess. I'm sick of giving 17391842471409284918439213810983091 percent and getting nothing in return. I'M SICK OF THE BULLSHIT