I wish I wasn't SO DAMN IRATE.
Rant:
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Why on earth do guys feel the need to touch? Without asking? Over and over again? If I'm dancing, it does NOT mean to put your hands on my waist from behind. When I move away, it does NOT mean to follow me and try it again. Over and over again, and then try to take me home with you after last call. Dear guy who lurks outside of my building ... why on earth must you repeat the same thing over and over again every time I'm walking home? "Tell your boyfriend he's lucky ... if you don't have one I'll audition for the position...." I've just taken to yelling "NO BOYFRIEND. DYKE." and walking away; after the third time in three days I lost patience. Dear random guy who walks up to me at the train spot and grabs my arm and winks at me ... I will throw coffee on you next time. And oh, for the last time ... I'M NOT A HOOKER. What, does Old Navy just scream "Whore!?"
blech. I'm stretched between papers and presentations, deadlines and attendances, deprived of sleep and filling in for all of my broken (yes, literally broken; two of them broke the very same bone on the very same day; how the fuck does that happen?) and absent coworkers, facing off against my ex in court in a week, calming down my li'l brother, hating the idea of the graduation ceremony (don't think anyone's coming to it), and not knowing where I stand or what's happening with ....
I'm cranky, hormonal, bitchy and ready to curl up into a little porcupine-esque ball in the corner until May is over.
I do not plan on being sober until Monday. Come out this weekend to Prom and make me laugh (or just buy me a drink, heh).... I'll be wearing a prom dress... it's worth the ticket price just to see that, I swear.
Good luck with the 13 yo buysexual. Hahaha