Tuesday, September 4
One day people, one day I am going to learn!
I am spinning out of control, I have to move in less than 30 days... not so much a big deal, besides the fact I have no money and no place to go. So the possibility of my residence becoming my car has me teetering on the edge of an anixeity attack, 23 hours a day.
At this point there is nothing I can do, I just have to wait until my next paycheck and hope that can get me into something. or get my things in storage. Isn't life grand? I wish that sorry excuse for a human would die. That would make my life so much easier.
Oh and men suck, I am sure that I have said that 19,187 times but it continues to prove true. At least the ones I want or think I want. They always seem to think that I am a game of chess. Well guess what bitches. I am not a game and I refuse to play along! .
Fireman called me tonight to tell me he was "coming over" I said "oh really, what if I say you can't come over?" His response was "that isn't an option. I am coming." This is why he is a punk. We were supposed to have lunch on thursday, to which he did not call until today.. hello ?!?! fireman?!?! today is TUESDAY! Oh well screw him. I just hope he doesn't show up, I don't feel like dealing with him.
Then there is the new guy. Now the new guy just seems like fate. although I can't say that it is, and he as well is playing games. He actually admitted he was playing games, and said "I'm sorry, I'll stop playing games" I told him I don't have time for it. ( I am getting better at recognizing these stupid little games men play) He says he doesn't have time for them either, yet it seems like he is playing them. We have only been seeing each other since the Friday before last so he has until next wednesday to prove himself, otherwise I am over it.
I can't set myself up for the crap I put up with from the fireman. Just because it took me too long to recognize the game and by the time I did I was hooked.. Fucking asshole.
song of the day :
Hope :: Bring me Flowers.... She is very talented google her... she rocks!
I am spinning out of control, I have to move in less than 30 days... not so much a big deal, besides the fact I have no money and no place to go. So the possibility of my residence becoming my car has me teetering on the edge of an anixeity attack, 23 hours a day.
At this point there is nothing I can do, I just have to wait until my next paycheck and hope that can get me into something. or get my things in storage. Isn't life grand? I wish that sorry excuse for a human would die. That would make my life so much easier.
Oh and men suck, I am sure that I have said that 19,187 times but it continues to prove true. At least the ones I want or think I want. They always seem to think that I am a game of chess. Well guess what bitches. I am not a game and I refuse to play along! .
Fireman called me tonight to tell me he was "coming over" I said "oh really, what if I say you can't come over?" His response was "that isn't an option. I am coming." This is why he is a punk. We were supposed to have lunch on thursday, to which he did not call until today.. hello ?!?! fireman?!?! today is TUESDAY! Oh well screw him. I just hope he doesn't show up, I don't feel like dealing with him.
Then there is the new guy. Now the new guy just seems like fate. although I can't say that it is, and he as well is playing games. He actually admitted he was playing games, and said "I'm sorry, I'll stop playing games" I told him I don't have time for it. ( I am getting better at recognizing these stupid little games men play) He says he doesn't have time for them either, yet it seems like he is playing them. We have only been seeing each other since the Friday before last so he has until next wednesday to prove himself, otherwise I am over it.
I can't set myself up for the crap I put up with from the fireman. Just because it took me too long to recognize the game and by the time I did I was hooked.. Fucking asshole.
song of the day :
Hope :: Bring me Flowers.... She is very talented google her... she rocks!
