unappreciated.

YOU'RE ON MY SHITLIST, MR. KING

hmmph.

i'm not even making excuses for you anymore. yeah yeah yeah, you texted me this morning, big fucking whoop. you WALKED home from work. which is, what, a 20 minute walk? you couldn't call me for ten minutes of that? BULL-FUCKING-SHIT. you've seriously got me pissed off right now. AND I SWEAR, IF YOU DON'T CALL TONIGHT, I'M FUCKIN' SPAZZING ON YOU.


UGH, he makes me sick.

speaking of sick, i ate a pint of caramel ice cream. lmao, but i'm lactose intolerant? yeeeaaahh. my tummy felt like a balloon. not good. but it was really delicious.

i'm going to bed early tonight - gotta put in another eight or nine hours at work tomorrow, get there at 9 am and leave about 6 pm or so. i'm supposed to put in 100 hours before the 30th, HA, like that'll happen. oh, let that date get cancelled, though, and best believe i'll be at work, cussing him out the whole way and the whole day. can you tell i'm mad at him?

old people (jeff) hitting on me is weird. i'mma wear a sign that reads "I AM 18, LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE"

anyway, i'mma go take my shower now.


peace.