mentalonmorphine

Ugh. Yesterday wasn't so bad. I had lots to do, the day went by fast. The girls were laughing. It was nice. I went to his place, we got KFC and watched Good Luck Chuck. It was a really good movie. We went to bed and I was horny but all of a sudden it just turned off and we were fighting.

Then we were kissing.

Then we were fighting.

Then we were kissing. Then we were 69.

SO. Fucked with my head. Fucked with his head.
I need to change birth control. This shit that I'm on is fucking with me royally and both of us have noticed a big change.

Anyway. I thought today was going to be awesome. It's Friday, I get to wear jeans, I have the weekend off.

No. My first task of the day I dealt with fucking assholes. I spent an hour and a half on the phone talking to several different people. Hanging up, calling people back.
I was so frustrated I was almost in tears. It was a stupid thing to get so riled up about but fuck. How difficult can you make it?
Then to top it off, I can't even finish with it until I get an important number from someone who isn't available and this basically has to get done today.


THEN. It's fucking freezing here. -42C with the fucking windchill. GO FUCK YOURSELF WINTER. I had to gas up my van and I had to stand out in the fucking wind.

FUCK FUYCKFUCKERFSADLFAJSDLJSDFUYCKCFUYCFYUCKFUCK.


I'd like to disappear into a bottle this weekend.