December 2011
225 posts
Ah yes, another new years eve that I don’t get to celebrate. Wonderful.
Some nights, flopping down on the bed just feels extra good. I love my bed :) So many pillows & blankies. It’s just missing babe, then it would be perfect. ….except he doesn’t realize I’ve taken one of his Marines shirts and made it my sleepy time shirt….whoops…haha mine now fool!
I hate when people get butthurt over the dumbest shit. It makes me laugh at you, which amps up the butthurtiness, and it makes it an ugly ongoing cycle, so stop it. If you want to “revamp” your life, don’t lose your sense of humor, gooood lord.
Ya know, I had never, ever watched any of Jersey Shore until I started dating babe. He claims he started watching it because they would get bored in the barracks and it was hilarious. ….sure sweetheart, sure ;)
Gaaaaah. So sleepy again. I stay running my ass off at this place, and not much gets done. I don’t know how I feel about it, but I really need the money. The people are nice, so far, but I really don’t know if it suits me well. We shall see I suppose. But my legs & feetsies are fucking killing me from huge ass parties two nights in a row. Everything else is starting to feel better...
So sleepy. Now that I have a mixed schedule again (for the first time in years), I’ve decided I don’t like it. I miss 7-2, 8-5, 9-6, 7-6, I miss knowing what time I’ll be off. I get so tired & unmotivated to have to be at work at 5 til whenever. Hopefully they’ll give me 11am shifts too.
Some peoples’ selfishness kills me. Yeah, keep yourself in the #1 spot, take care of you, but that doesn’t mean completely disregard someone else’s feelings just because it isn’t convenient for you. Grow up. That makes me so mad.
After not working for what feels like forever, I’m going into a 40hr week and working doubles, and new years eve/day. I’m going to be a worn out little girl.
I just want to stay home & stay snuggled up in my bed with my (thankfully not sick anymore) dog….and have an endless supply of home-made popcorn and great movies. kthanks.
I come home to the house torn to pieces tonight. Decorations in the floor, baskets knocked over, etc, because the dog lost his mind and hasn’t stopped freaking out. It’s one thing that drives me totally insane. Hearing him knock stuff over, up & down the steps, we can’t even kennel him anymore because he rips his nails out, and his anxiety meds don’t work. Of course I...
Those who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Don’t criticize or slander another if you are vulnerable to retaliation. I wish more people would keep this little tiddly-bit in mind.
watching lotr, getting drunk(er), being driven crazy by dog that won’t stop freaking out/tearing up the house, attempting to study, feeling terrible & broken hearted. i hate everything and everyone. merrrrrrrry fucking christmas.
