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I don't know... today's... yesterday had been a tense day. Just stupid things over and over. Like I was at my store and I had to do a bit f training for my boses husband And he was like all tying to recruit me into being morman. Then this lady comes in and she's a pastor for some church and offers me a business card. WTF? Do I just have a sign on my ass that says "In Need of Faith"? Then I try THREE times to get a hold of Sarah. She's been avoiding me all week, but Trevor wants to talk to her.. So here I go, like a dog trying to find its master. I have NEVER done anything to offend her. All she has done is lie and cheat. She wants to use the excuse "it's the medications". Fuck that! I know they don't render you incapable of being civil. If you think I don't know. Look at my medical history. Then, everywhere I turn, Heather is writing somthing disheartening about Davey. If she doesn't like him she should just friggen tell him and stop moaning about it. Then I go ahead and try to call Heather and Jen to go to the gym. Neither one is home. Finally I get Jen's mom who tells me they are at the gym. Great. Then I run uptown after wrk so I can cash my cheque to go shopping this weekend. I get back home and sit around for a bloody hour. At the end of which my mom tells me Jen called. It was about 7:10 at this point. So I call her back and of course, they've gone already. I live a whole 5 houses from Jen. Would it be so hard to come over and talk if they realy wanted me around? Everybody knows my family is a hoard of bloomin' idiots. I suppose it's genetic. Moving on. The world is up against me and I don't know why! Oh! Today I got a call. I've been turning in work for classes Im not even enrolled in. Classes I've paid for, and am not enrolled in. So monda I get to march my ass up to the school. Get my techers to sgn papers that say I've been attending class. Take my receipt for the payments, and try to argue my case. GR! Oh! Update. I told Davey to stop talking to Heather. That way she won't complain about him. And that way he won't get dissed. Good plan, right? Here's what I get for trying to help: X MazokuGirl X: Why do I even bother to tell you anything. Yeah, I've been fucking burned, huh? Since I go out of my way to use the things people say against them? Fuck that. All I try to do is be nice to people. I try to help them, pick 'em up when they're down, and more often than not put their needs ahead of my own. But I guess the easiest place to pass the blame is to the pushover who actually gives a damn. On the bright side, this would be the ideal time to die. While everyone hates me, that is. So I'm going to go to ABQ with the soul intention of getting killed. Just like how my mom always says when I go. ::rolls eyes sarcastically:: In case you're wondering. That translates into: "I'm going shopping, so there will be one less thing to pick on me about." Night.
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