webigailboop

i am so clumsy sometimes. last night i went to the garage to get some ice cream and i ran into a shelf and cut my face on the corner of it. i'm so retarded sometimes. so now i have this big battle wound on my face. cute. i'll just tell people i got into a fight or something...that's cooler than saying that i ran into a wooden shelf. i'm such a dork sometimes.

for those of you that are wondering what chris looks like, he is the guy in some of my pics with me. if i had a digital camera i could have more pics of him on here. soon i will get one, hopefully.

chris has been in a bad mood lately and i hate it. i know it's not me that's making him mad and grumpy, but i still feel like it is. i guess i'm a little insecure sometimes. he's upset because he doesn't have any money which leaves him with no money to get high. he says he doesn't want me to give him any money and he doesn't want me to buy him a sack, but i know if i did he'd be happier. it just puts me in a weird situation because i don't have a lot of money and i don't want him to be grumpy for the next week and a half until he gets paid. i just wish he wouldn't get into these pms moods sometimes. but i guess no one is happy and in a good mood all the time.

it's really sad that none of my friends live in town anymore. but i guess that's just part of growing up. it just sucks because i have no one to hang out with besides my dog on my days off. so much time so little to do. i just end up playing mario kart and tetris a;; day and waking up early to watch the bayside gang on saved by the bell. the weather's not even nice anymore so it's not like i can go and lay out in the sun and get tan.

i need to do something productive with my life.

i wish my dog could speak english so i could know what he's thinking. he already thinks he's a person. he might as well talk like one.

listening to: "the good life" weezer
reading: middlesex, by jeffery eugenides

shelley