late night sobbing

I absolutely love it when you do a project for someone (which isn’t your job!) and it takes an hour to do and you print it out and they say “you don’t need to save it, I only need this one.” So you don’t save it and ten minutes later they come up and ask for another one. Seriously? You just told me not to save it, therefore I deleted it. But apparently in backwards land where you live that meant to save it. YOU BASTARD! I have no patience, it took me an hour the first time and now I have to redo it. Oh god, I can literally feel my blood boiling.

I’m taking a few minutes to write this before I even start because I might have a fit! I haven’t posted in a while and I feel like I’m slacking, especially when Satan tells me I am. So here it goes… I feel like music should accompany my rage. Something a little Sweeny Todd-ish. (In a falsetto voice “I feel you Joanna, I’ll steal you Joanna…)

I’m having one last get together with the guy I’m no longer seeing tomorrow. Should be interesting, my goal is to make him cry. Sick, sick person… I know. He’s coming to get me from work for a little lunch date, I hope to discuss how he needs to let go and leave me the hell alone. He probably is going to ask me to marry him, or some shizz. Needless to say I need to be looking hot tomorrow. Hair cute, cute outfit and makeup… Even though I know it can no longer go on, and I really don’t want him anymore, it’s still nice to show them what they’re missing. God, when will these games end? Never.

New developments in the boy department also, I don’t really want to talk about it too much but I may have met someone new. When I was talking about games a second ago I partly meant this. He’s the little brother of the guy I’m not seeings best friend. Does that make sense? Weird and he’s three years younger than me. It’s just strange, double standards would say go for it if I was a guy. But since I’m not I kinda feel whorish. Oh well, he is adorable and a really sweet guy. I don’t want to jinx it. Especially, if he is undercover for the asshole, but I doubt that… At least I hope that isn’t the case.

I watched Bridge to Terabethia last night. Traumatic shit. Oof. I was literally sitting up in the middle of my bed sobbing last night at 1:30 am. I really have issues, but why did she have to die? She was adorable, and seemed a lot more adventurous than biting it that way. But I’m a softie at heart, don’t let that get out. Sad movies and sad animal things make me cry like a baby. People dying or torture has become desensitized. But seeing a puppy get sick or die, oof. Shit is tragic! And yes, I know I have a fucked up sense of reality. Just one of my many charms!

Penelope opens this weekend. I am fucking AMPED! Nothing has come out that’s sparked an interest in a while. And James McCavoy doesn’t hurt either. Swoon, sigh!

It’s snowing something awful right now, I’m kind of dreading driving home. Hopefully that shit is cleared by the time I get off. I have road rage, and watching people drive slow and slide around enrages the shit out of me. It’s Minnesota all year, how do you forget how to drive in snow? I ask you. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Three and a half hours to go. It’s dragging on and on. Make it end. Ugh.

I’m excited for drinks and a movie tomorrow. I just hope that my lunch date isn’t dramatic and make me crabby in anyway. Because I can see myself saying fuck it and just sitting up there all night drinking instead. No! My goal is to go to that movie. Hopefully Satan can get of like an hour early so we have some time.

Alas, this post has to come to an end.

And now it’s time to say goodbye to all our company!

Oh god, (eye twitch) where the fuck did that come from?