I hate having goals. Especially when I accomplish one, because that means I have to come up with another one. Yes, you're reading right... I made Amanda cry. He he he. I'm just so proud of myself, totally patting myself on the back for that one.
Emotional Terrorist 1 vs. SFC -1
So I haven't posted in a while... It's hard to be indignant about things when your sick. Totally agree with Satans last post about having a hard time getting enraged about things. It's true! When your sick you just want to lay in bed and sleep that eternal sleep. Sigh, I'm pining for my bed as I type this. Alas, I'm starting to feel better. So angry posts to come.
I have to post this text that I was forwarded, just for the sake of having a record of it. I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long time, and it goes a little like this:
"And then that fat, weight watcher needin, slut ******* thinks she has the right to text me some bull shit? She's lucky I'm tryin to wooooossa somethin. Because I'm about to give her almost two hundred pound ass a piece of my mind!"
Where will we start? How bout the commas? Those are fucking classic! And the fact that he has to wooooossa in it! Oh god, my sides hurt from laughing. I CAN'T BREATHE!
Ok, I'm done. Had to get that out. Hee.
Well, that's about it for now. Baby steps...
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