discussing your inadequecies with the internet
I am sook-o McSooky tonight. I drank too much last night and got in a bit of a fight with so and so only I can't really remember it so I dunno if he just doesnt like me or if I am a drunk bitch that pitches a fit whenever I don't get my way. I was sour at him for not wanting to leave with me and being all YOU DONT LIKE ME and I am scared I also was maybe like IF YOU DONT COME WITH ME NOW THEN I OFFICIALLY HATE YOU. I might not have done that; I really don't know, dear God I hope not. It's definately the sort of thing I might do on account of me being so damn cool. bler. I am losery with guys and also always like think I am better then everyone and then get mad if they don't agree with me that I am. whatever I'm retarded.
I got off work early cus Amanda and company were coming to the club I thought to hang out but then they were just tired and leaving after the show anyway and I felt sad and losery about that too cus I didn't want to go home but I was just sitting around not working and feeling sad and all like I wanted to cry so I just left.
I am lonely for man company, even just as a friend I don't have any guy friends here that I could call up and hang out with. I go grocery shopping with my dad and it is my only day male activity. It's not really very fun. Last time we went I paparazzi-ing him while he picked out vegetables and stuff and he got embarassed of me. Sometimes I am kind of worried about when I go shopping with him if people would think I am his wife or something.
Oh yeah another dumb thing is that I kinda snapped at this comedian guy who is always at work the other day. He is a photographer and one day he showed me his pictures on the internet and I was like oh I will show you some of mine but he just walked away like I am so uninterested in your crappy photography. Anyway I was showing him my new camera last night and kinda asked him about something I didnt understand yet and said I'd only had it a few days and he was like well Ive only looked at it for two minutes and I have it figured out really condesending and so I got offened and said whatever I am not sitting with you because you are an asshole and he was all well that's my style and I was all well MY STYLE is not to like people who are condesending assholes. witty hunh?
The only good thing that happened lately is that I charmed the hell outta my co-workers with this funny story about me getting impatient to use the washroom and asking the lady in the stall if she was gonna have a poop or what. |
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