Seeing as how I’m a baby killer, a coworker’s words not mine I thought I would mention one of my favorite songs. ‘Handcuffs’ by Brand New. It just popped onto my shuffle and I’m rocking along to the melodies. I love it, in fact I love their whole CD. It’s angry, sad, bitter, pissed off, inconsolable and pretty all at the same time.
Ugh, why whenever Lilly Allen comes on I skip it immediately I don’t know, she’s ok. But sometimes I just want to take her whole album off. Hooker. Sorry, inappropriate, she’s had some tough times recently. VBP.
Today some jackass decided to rear end a school bus, their field trip is fucked. Hee. I did have to wait for 15 minutes while people crawled by that because everyone had to take their time and gawk, fuckers. I had places to go, and as I said I was CRANKY AS SHIT.
It’s a good ending…
It’s slower than molasses at work today. I really was hoping that they’d let me go home early but I have to stay until 6 at least. I want to be in a prone position in pajamas watching TV. No energy, just can’t make myself care about anything.
It’s the illness, love being able to blame it on that.
Maybe I’ll say, “I had bronchitis last year so I have the right to be crabby and tired. Don’t judge me you baby raper!” That would shut someone up, wouldn’t it?
The guy I’m no longer seeing called me today, he wants to stop in and take me out to lunch. Yeah, let me think about that… NO. I’m done with it, it’s not fair to either of us. He is finally at the point where he doesn’t want commitment and I do. Yes, you read it here first. I want a boyfriend. Maybe it’s jealously. Fucking SF#2. She makes me want that. But to be honest, I’m not jealous of her. I’m still convinced there is something wrong with him.
VBP. Why am I so mean?
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