and endless boxes.
::growl::
i so hate packing, like you wouldn’t believe. i sit on my futon while it’s still assembled and think how in god’s name did i get so much stuff?! no, seriously…HOW?! it doesn’t appear that i have too much…but then i give it a second look and what the hell…i do?
and a good deal of it is broken or disfunctional or something. i mean, crap on crap crackers…what the hell?
::le sigh::
and the days haven’t been goin’ too good, either. seriously…invader zim day aside, the world has been tryin’ to eat me.
…take yesterday, for instance. worked till i was good and tired, dog tired, yo. then deposited my paycheck and got home and went to drop off the Mystery Cameras for developing. was pickin’ up some food since i’m a smart girl who never eats yet still manages to get *so fat* and end up talkin’ to the exthing and having a real-live argument with him.
i hate how even now he makes me feel like such crap.
i had hoped i was immune to him by now. at least a *little* bit. is that too much to ask for? really? is it? i just…i don’t want him to be able to get under my skin anymore. that’s power. i don’t want him to have any power over me. i hate how it makes me feel so fucking weak. it’s not fair. and the whole “i really want you to hear my new music” bullshit? fuck.that.noise. no, seriously…fuck it. i have officially resigned my position as the rockstar’s #1 fan. the pompoms have been hung up, yo. stick a motherfuckin’ fork in me i’m d-o-n-e.
done, yo.
just…done.
aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnd…then there’s the schmuck boy. who continually mentions annoying friends who have crushes on him and how irritating it is and blahblahblahblah and is this is passive-agressive way at just you know…trying to get his point across? but i have a WHOLE FUCKING APARTMENT TO PACK UP AND DO NOT HAVE THE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!!!!!
i. really. don’t.
really.
in other news, i may have registered the following domain:
http://www.k-l-a-s-s-y.com
*maybe*
