I am so wiped out. I just need a day off where I can have actual fun. I don't mean to complain but I am sore and so close to having a freak out. The one day I have been getting off is so jammed packed and shit. To think I am also thinking about trying to get back into school. I just need a good night of fun or day. Just something.
I was on my lunch today at work and was making my Thai Kitchen Soup Bowl(priduct placement?) and there were no scissors to be found to open my little packages. I decided I would just use my teeth because they can open anything pretty much. I get the little powder one fine and then I get the mushroom one just fine and move on to the oil one and tear it open. I look down and see a huge blob that leaked out onto my favorite shirt that happened to be white. I was pissed because it was sticking to my skin and you could see though it and I didn't want to have a huge oil stain on me. I decided I needed to run out and pick out a shirt to change into. I bought the cutest green polo ever and don't want to take it off. Seriously, I want to keep it on. It's taking everything in me not to pop my collar like a G though.
I have a chance to go to a party tomorrow but I doubt I will go. Fuck not having a license. I sometimes feel like the biggest lame ever for that.
I'm really glad that I have came to realize things over the years. I don't know if it just because I got over him, became more cofident, decided he is no good or what but it's like I don't buy into his shit anymore. I guess he fucked me over one too many times and I just can't take anymore. I never was able to tell him when he pissed me off. I would let it go and act like he never did anything. When he fucked me over I said it was no big deal and he was worth it. I seriously was a fucking idiot with it. No wonder he kept coming back. To think I was thinking it was because we were meant to be but that was like 4 years ago when I was still stupid. When he came around this time talking like he did I got happy but I had doubt it wouldn't stay and I was right. I actually told him everything I needed to say at that time but I feel like I could say more. It's okay if I don't though. I know I could've been a bitch about it because he would deserve it but I don't roll like that.
Little Baby Mini Horse.
I was on my lunch today at work and was making my Thai Kitchen Soup Bowl(priduct placement?) and there were no scissors to be found to open my little packages. I decided I would just use my teeth because they can open anything pretty much. I get the little powder one fine and then I get the mushroom one just fine and move on to the oil one and tear it open. I look down and see a huge blob that leaked out onto my favorite shirt that happened to be white. I was pissed because it was sticking to my skin and you could see though it and I didn't want to have a huge oil stain on me. I decided I needed to run out and pick out a shirt to change into. I bought the cutest green polo ever and don't want to take it off. Seriously, I want to keep it on. It's taking everything in me not to pop my collar like a G though.
I have a chance to go to a party tomorrow but I doubt I will go. Fuck not having a license. I sometimes feel like the biggest lame ever for that.
I'm really glad that I have came to realize things over the years. I don't know if it just because I got over him, became more cofident, decided he is no good or what but it's like I don't buy into his shit anymore. I guess he fucked me over one too many times and I just can't take anymore. I never was able to tell him when he pissed me off. I would let it go and act like he never did anything. When he fucked me over I said it was no big deal and he was worth it. I seriously was a fucking idiot with it. No wonder he kept coming back. To think I was thinking it was because we were meant to be but that was like 4 years ago when I was still stupid. When he came around this time talking like he did I got happy but I had doubt it wouldn't stay and I was right. I actually told him everything I needed to say at that time but I feel like I could say more. It's okay if I don't though. I know I could've been a bitch about it because he would deserve it but I don't roll like that.
Little Baby Mini Horse.
