
Even thought it freaks April out ;)
- My breasts are swollen and sore. IT SUCKS. I hate being a girl sometimes.
- I found more 50% off chocolate. At the A&P. GOOD chocolate too, not the crap I got last time. Well, some of it was good. The box was crap though. I got Dove & Guylian. MMM.
- Joanna, you still dropping by tonight?
- My kingdom for a nap. I'm not exhausted. Just like. Don't wanna be here.
- They make big bear sizes of Red Bull now. The original size, then the can & a half size, then the double can size that's as big as a No Fear. Two cans of Red Bull at once? I've haven't done that since I was addicted to the shit.
- Random aside, and if it makes sense to you, MAYBE you should think twice. I'm not for doing things people tell me to do. Or worry about what people say.
HOWEVER. Sometimes I will be like "Keri. I am going to the gym this week. If I do not go, yell at me." and she will. Cause that's what I asked.
So if you're all in your El Jay lambasting someone for hurting you, and having everyone back you up and shit cause, yeah, it sucked and their your friends, and they're making sure you're sticking to your guns... Would you REALLY want all those people finding out that you crawled behind their backs and totally diminished your self worth by begging for what hurt you in the first place?
Like.
Seriously now. What would they say? Would you lose friends because you're on such a self destructive streak? Especially say if this was the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 10th time this shit has happened? C'mon now.
That's all I'm saying about THAT cryptic nonsense. But it applies to a few of you. So fucking read it and recognize. I have some fucking willpower about your self respect. It shouldn't be *that* hard. If you saw a friend doing what you're doing, you'd undoubtedly slap them up the brainpan. Gawrsh.
- Oh, oh! Kim! Send me that way via email that we were talking about last night. I've decided driving to Woodchuck's, with my eyes the way they are, is just shittie. I can't see well, there are many sharp turns, and the DEER. Jesus Christ the deer. So I'm a nervous wreck for a good hour of my life when I drive alone. And the one time it was raining?? OH DELIGHTFUL.
- I have two small "pimples" (I'm not entirely convinced they're not hives or something, but they're not as big) on my chest, below my necklace. Like, low enough to be on sensitive tissue, but high enough to be totally visible. Thank god I have lots of freckles. I also have a pimple (real one) right by my eyebrow. I, of course, blame Nix for this shit.
- That Dove chocolate was gooood. The PMS gods are pleased with this sacrifice.
- I love cracking my neck. The closer the *craccck* to my skull, the better. MMm.
- Hey. It's freezing in here again. Shooocker.
- James *giggle* is at another store, so he can't really email me. I sent him one cause I'm a cheeseball though. I miss him. WHY DON'T WE FUCKING LIVE TOGETHER I'M GETTING TIRED OF THIS CRAP!!
- I need to move. Jared & I are talking about it. The price is right where we are now, but the area is just shit. After my car got sideswiped so lovingly, I'm don't wanna see how far I can push my luck. We've been there a couple years and I'm not thrilled. I was never thrilled, but whatever. You know what I mean.
- I'm still worried about that stupid cat. Just like. A lil. But I am. Stupid cat. I love her so much. Grrr.