23 7 / 2014
23 7 / 2014
do you ever think how bitchy and annoying you really are and wonder how anyone ever tolerates you
22 7 / 2014
Had a bad night…well, from 11pm to about 3am, really.
Kinda pissed TJ off, but he also pissed me off. It’s like, sorry, but I do this all day and all night, every fucking day. Sorry I’m frustrated. No, I’m not yelling, motherfucker, and you ain’t heard me yelling yet….and if you keep on, you just fucking might, so try me. D:
I felt like he was intentionally trying to make me feel bad for him being up, trying to comfort his daughter, because apparently I suck at it.
So I bet he’s not going to text or call me at all today. And I bet when he gets home this evening, he won’t speak to me. It’ll be the cold fucking shoulder. Because he didn’t get much sleep and had to go to work. And it’s all.my.fucking.fault.
Maybe it’s my pride getting in the way, but how am I supposed to move past this without being a bitter cunt about it? Mer.
20 7 / 2014
Early this morning (after 2 am), I had to keep getting up with Angie because she was sick. And I had to get up with Kara. So needless to say, I’m freaking tired. Already took a nap this morning.
Now I’m going to attempt to get more done in the art room. /:
18 7 / 2014
I hate having ulcers. D:
Today has been a pretty good day.
Didn’t work on my art room because I’ve been fighting ants today again. Finally got some bait poison for them. Yeah, eat it and die, you cunts.
Tomorrow TJ is going to cut our grass and haul off trash, so I need to at least get the stuff I want thrown out, out of my art room.
Pot roast with carrots and potatoes over rice for supper. :D yay~