redfirefaery

ok i'm over it. i occasionally hang onto anger because, well, for someone who so rarely gets truly angry, it feels good. especially when i know i'm right. and i like to create well-written, well-read, informed rants of all the things i can't say at work.

i really want the reversable pink happy bunny bag i saw at claire's that says "i know how you feel. i just don't care."

yesterday i had bunches of fun. Hotrodkid and i wandered all over cheektowaga & depew after discovering we needed more than what we had to put his car on the road. so, to starbucks it was to get caffeine to battle the migraine i had coming (i'm out of excedrin and i couldn't take it with my other meds anyway), where we sat talking about fucking girls and how to get the big O train started & keep it going... then he broke spott's window in her car even worse than it was, so we went to his house to see if he could fix it. after taking the door apart, he discovered he needed parts. so he put the door back together at about the same point of not working as it was before, and off we headed to see spott... random stop to meet his friend jen at work (on the way), then went to see spott, and considered going to see my lovely hassler at his own place of business. we ended up deciding to wait until the weekend when the place is teeming with people (the store is in a flea market) so i can go in and watch without the guy noticing me. instead we headed off to the mall... where we wandered around for a couple hours, he bought me pretzel bites because i was starving and they didn't take credit, and we just plain goofed off. i took him home, went to get spott, and we came home... where i watched her play video games i'm no good at but are fun to watch, and fell asleep on the couch... all is good

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