Too bad. I'm fucking pissed off, and I'm not even sure of the reason why. I called Matt after I got off work to tell him just how angry I am. I'm sure that phone call was pretty humorous. I talked about punching babies and driving my car into a house. Also I think I talked about some creeper van, and some people that were driving in the parking lot that I "fucking hated" but I didn't even know. I think it's just the general aspect of Valentines day. And I know, it's stupid to hate this holiday, and no, I don't HATE it. I just don't care for it. It really has no purpose, except I guess an incentive for people to spend lots of money on useless cards with stupid words on them. I just said stupid twice in that sentence.
Really? I don't even know. I really want to go running outside. I might after my mom goes to bed, but she might think I'm sneaking out of the house to go to Becca's (ridiculous. Yes, I'm going to walk all the way to Becca's in the middle of fucking nowhere at night. I might as well slap a sign on me while I'm at it that says "I'm vulnerable and stupid, please rape me.") I might delete this post later, just because it's the worst fucking blog I've ever read in my life.
I watched the majority of Saturday Night Live today. It was decent. And I suppose I'll mention the fact that I'm going to a hockey game on monday. An Islander game. Tomorrow I have no idea what I'm doing, probably sitting at home reading again. Or listening to the Wicked soundtrack. Or something equally lame because a) I have no friends and b) I will forever be a loner. I'm not too fond of cats though, so I guess I'll just be one of those old ladies who collects purses or something. I like those. I'll have names for them and treat them like they are my children (no dessert if you don't eat your vegetables.)
And by now I just sound like I'm a fucking lunatic. But if you've seen my picture on facebook I look like a sweaty pregnant lunatic (currently I'm freezing and not preggo.) And speaking of facebook, I'm not really sure of the whole "like" thing now. Is there an option for dislike? I dislike your picture and I'd like to make that known, because I am a fucking bitch and I have nothing better to do than ridicule you.
Please note that nothing I am saying on here shall be taken seriously, and I am just posting this in pure anger. Hence the reason why I may delete it later, when I am in the right state of mind, and I realize just how insane this sounds. If I am offending you in any way, that's your problem, and you really don't have to be reading this. I really should try to calm down, because being angry isn't solving anything. Whatever. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I'm done.
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if it makes you feel any better there was no one at my house when i got home. so i went to andy and phil's, brian was not there, and i made fun of two guys that were high/drunk. my day entirely sucked. you are not alone.
<3
I'll be home soon.
Then we can have our date.
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