Is It Killing You Like It's Killing Me?

I slept for 20 hours yesterday.

I haven't been laid in over a month.

The guy I wanna bone has his ex girlfriend whom he was REALLY REALLY into, writing "Miss ya" on his facebook wall.

And I'm too fuckin high to figure out what his status update means.
"If you listen like I thought you should, you just might get it"

In all reality, it prolly doesn't mean shit; but I'm all, "God, if he goes for another girl while I'm sitting here thinking about kissing him every fuckin day; I just might lose my fuckin mind." And it'd hurt really bad.

I need a life.
A job.
Something to find someone new.
Because this is just fuckin torture waiting around for nothing.

Because we were supposed to hang last week.
But it wasn't good timing. My period, his work/hoes/whatever he's telling me.

It kills me waiting. I keep feeling like he'll never see me again.

But he's still got my DVD; so even if he tried never to see me again; I'll hunt his ass down for that fuckin DVD. Just watch me.

I'm rambling. But that's okay. I need a good ramble. I need a venting spot. Right now I don't care if people read this and think I'm a dumbass or boring. Because this is entertaining the shit out of me right now.

My great aunt, Janet, came down for the week. I'm glad it was only a week.
Her voice is a constant whine.
I hate whiners.
"Heyyyy, I'm soooo sorryyyyyy. I thought that was yourrrrrrssssss."

Shut the fuck up, bitch.

I'm a little hostile, no?

Anyways. The mexicans sang, "Happy Birthday" to my grandma at Don Jose's for her birthday. Except it wasn't "Happy Birthday" at all. It was something with blanca's and whey(sp??)'s. Which means 'white lady' and 'stupid'. So I told my grandma this and Janet is all, "Iiiii don't knowwww. I think that they don't knoowww everyone doesn't speak spanissssssh. I might not knowwww as much Spanish as youuuuu, but they could get in troubleee for thattttttttatatat."

You don't know Spanish, bitch?
Then WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING?!
I hate when dumbass people try to argue with me and say they're "right" and that I'm "wrong" whenever I know that I'm closer to being right than they'll ever be.

Eff her.

I had to spend all day yesterday with her. I went to get my hair cut. I wanted like a "scene" cut. I thought the cut was cute. But my hairdresser apparently didn't so she settled on giving me lots of layers and side bangs. Which wasn't what I wanted, but I look cute for now. When it grows out in 4 months; I'll go to a better stylist.

We went to Red Lobster though afterwards. I've never felt like  I "needed" a drink to deal with people...but I kept staring at the alcoholic beverage menu like a fat bitch watches Cake Boss. I would've killed someone for a Long Island Iced Tea.

Oh wait....while I'm thinking about it....

Attention Country Music Artists:
Please stop making rap into your song. Sugarland, Jason Aldean and Colt Ford for example. I know, I know. It seems like a "fresh and new" idea. Rap AND country. Two great genres in one? That must be great! But guess what? It's horrible. It's like mixing cocaine and meth. Seems like two great drugs, but mixed together and you're going to either die or wish that you were dead.  So please cut it out. It's scary.
Thanks.

Anyways.

I'm done with that.
It's really cold in my room.
And I'm not even halfway dressed like I usually am.

OH! Larry left me alone. For good.
And I haven't cried about it.
That must be a good sign.
Yayayayayayayay!

I wish Eric would text me.... :(

I'm an idiot.
Really though.


I probably need to find something to do.
Adios.