Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
I would very much like the opportunity to be very, very mean to a boy again.
Please and thank you.
Can I get the check on this week, please?
Yes, I am about to use my sex blog to whine.
This week has been a mess.
Sunday kicked it off with a really brilliant moral dilemma that I was totally not mentally or emotionally prepared to take on at all.
Work was absolutely horrible. Indescribably bad.
My car is totally, completely, irreparably dead. While we managed to get a deal on a rental, as my mother and I were sharing that car and literally have no other vehicle aside from our two feet, and can’t afford to get another car, literally half of my savings is going to it.
A really important deadline is fast approaching and I am having so much trouble getting everything together.
I got into an argument with SG over Chik-fil-A, of all things. Chik-motherfucking-fil-A. And he was so immature and so condescending.
My laptop had a problem and, since I sort of need it for this deadline and quite a bit more, I had to go get that taken care of. Goodbye, even more money.
I haven’t gotten any in two months. Can I just put that out there? Because I am putting that out there because for God’s sake. I’ve been so stressed I haven’t even been in the mood for anything anyway, but ugh.
Yes, I know, I’m whining. But I feel like life’s putting a gun to my head and telling me to shut up and walk.
So, check please. Get me the fuck out of here.
So, followers. I’m aware of this tendency I have to begin describing a part of my life, conflict, etc and then being too lazy to continue it or describe the resolution. So, ah, I’d like to get around to that sometime.
gallows hung around (by the girl who tamed the tiger)
Recommendation: Watch Troll 2.
You guys are going to have to trust me on this one.
Just don’t do it sober.
Game over? Really now? Are you sure?
Because, in my house, this is just about when the games begin.