Hi,
my computer crashed.
& I've been working a lot.
So I haven't been online except two nights ago? yes, two nights ago. I hope against hope that I don't get called in to work tomorrow because I am exhausted & my feet are on the verge of falling apart, haha.
I was going to write this long blog about Twilight the movie, but my attempts at being a critique became donkey shit because I am so tired & my brain is dysfunctional at the moment, so maybe tomorrow after a good nights sleep. & you ask, what the fuck am I still doing up? It's because I feel like I'm missing something & I have to fill in that missing piece before I can sleep in harmony.
Can you believe this nonsensical BS I'm spitting out right now? You can laugh. I mean if I have the energy to laugh, I would. I know, I know. I'm making it seem like I'm too tired to do anything..but really, I am. I should just sleep. But this sucks, because I'm not sleepy. I'm just all vegetable-y & I can't move without wincing like an injured fucker.
So, tell me why I'm listening to Love In This Club? Okay, don't answer that.
Earlier, I choked on green tea & M&M's, hahahahaahahahah. That shit was funny, so I just had to share it. My dad starkly ignored my wheezing & hacking. I mean what if I was dying. That fool was just driving like I wasn't coughing my lungs out. I found that funny, too. Another funny thing was that, earlier, I was putting back clothes in their proper places. & I hit my forehead against a clothing rack. My manager looked away all quick. I knew he saw me. He was probably laughing. Goddamn it, I'm such a dumbass. Also, the jeans specialist at my work is only a year older than me. I just want to point out that he's really cute. But he may be lowkey gay. Okay, just kidding. I'm just saying that because that douche flirts with every female associate he comes across. Oddly enough, I don't like it when guys flirt with me. I get all fidgety & soft-spoken. Weird. I'd rather we become friends & fuck around like cussing at each other, & be like , "Hey you're a fag!", "Yeah? Well, you're a bitch!" that kind of friendship is nice. Does that make me a masochist? Maybe I find it more comfortable, rather than making it all gooey mushy cutesy winky flirty before a friendship even develops.
I'm not making sense, I Know.
I miss Jamie & our sex talks.
That bitch needs to come back home from Oregon now.